Fascination with Light

Desire glides in on calico wings,

a breath of a moth

seeking a companionable light,

where it hovers, unsure,

sullen, shy or demure,

in the margins of night,

a soft blur.

With a frantic dry rattle

of alien wings,

it rises and thrums one long breathless staccato

and flutters and drifts on in dark aimless flight.

And yet it returns

to the flame, its delight,

as long as it burns.