We watch the moths try to break the bulb with their fuzzy skulls; so hungry for light they are willing to die. You turn to watch me, “Have you ever wanted something that bad?”
I listen to the smacking of their winged bodies against hot glass; so desperate for warmth they are willing to burn. I don’t understand how these silly moths can’t see that I’ve got the sun sitting next to me. You’re still waiting for my answer. I grin under the glow of your eyes and confess “I want you.” But the words never get past my teeth.
