a Moth to a flame

I was under your spell.
burning just to be.
ashes written in my name.
love on my tongue.
hanging like a thread.
I die just to be yours.
I was a angel.
trapped by the innocence of your blue eyes.
blinded I drown in a flame.
just to be.
just to feel something.
such soft prick.
to die again for the first time.
yet I look at you.
and I forget my name my worries what it's like to have a brain.
just drunk.
as I hang in the flame.
provocatively suspended on opacity.
knowing I can't live if there was no you.
yet I'm just a moth to a flame.
just trapped by your kiss.
I belong to you.
to the moonlit full sky.
the cold of pale skin soft kissed is my fantasy in the illusion of you and me.
yet a touch of fever isn't enough.
the taste of your lips is sweeter when you swept off your feet.
those bare soft soles.
yet I become love sick of a tragedy yet I laid here losing myself as you are the only thing I see.
yet I was so small yet I just a moth to a flame tangled in the spell that was you.
©darkmocha