Moths

Open a door,
And they all flow in.
They're seeking the light.
Feel them dance
On your skin, in your hair.
Let them go.
They never
Hurt you.
Let them go.
Soft wings leave angel kisses
For us to feel.
Little legs carry fat bodies
Across us.
Let them go.
Cup them in your hand.
Let them go.
Why kill something so innocent?
They're not as pretty as butterflies,
Yet they do equal work.
Let them go.
Released into the night,
They climb, to the stars.
Let them go.