FLAME TO A MOTH

i should come with a sign
to keep you from me
cos you just won't heed their warnings
and i'm as powerless to stop you
as you are to stop yourself...
you're not the only one
held hostage by desire.

if i could, i would run
but i crave the way you flutter
and i melt against your wings
sweat on skin
and i heat up all the more
as you draw closer
eager for your kiss...

desist, dear moth!
because i cannot help myself
loving me ends tragic'lly
and it makes my blood run cold, knowing
i'd have to watch you burn
before my very eyes
under my very touch.