Love or Entomology?

My mother had told me 

To be home by dark, 

But I had snuck out

To the neighborhood park. 

With stolen time

We each stole some glances, 

I couldn’t ignore his romantic advances.

Under the oak tree

With fingers entwined, 

You gave me your heart

And I gladly shared mine. 

Your red glowing eyes 

Made me feel kind of funny,

But deep down inside 

I melted like honey.

Then it got weird, 

Though I can’t quite say why,

You kicked off the ground 

And we started to fly. 

Not too high only 

20 above,

Maybe this happens

Once you fall in love.

But sprouting large wings 

Isn’t in human nature,

If he’s not man 

Then I lacked nomenclature 

To explain the antennae,

The mystery, 

The man, 

Was I a part of his dastardly plan?

In panic, I quickly looked into his eyes,

And what I saw back

Made me realize

Who my true love was, 

And what this all meant.

I had no good reason 

For my discontent.

I’m in love with the Mothman,

And he loves me back. 

I know there’s a lot here

We need to unpack,

But with him in my arms

And us both in the air,

I’m floating along without any cares.

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