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

disciple

apprentice, to love

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