as moths to flame

What wild desire
courses through dusty wings
into leaping flames?

What terrifying longing
echoes off
soft body and hot ember?

What ancient ballad
drives the tender ones
deeper into the body of their beloved?

Would that I could be such a fool
apprentice, to Love

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