Moth to Flame

Like a moth to a flame I was drawn to you

And when I lay against your breast

I felt more alive than I have ever felt

But that which excited every cell

Energized every fiber of my being

Proved too much for me

An electricity so powerful

So invasive

That instead of recharge a weary soul

It imploded what was left

Leaving merely scraps, charred pieces of a man

In the wake of your flaming voltage

The man who stands here now

Looking in the mirror aged by time

Doesn’t recognize himself

And is shocked to find a safe recharger

Waiting quietly for him each night

A place he can rest and recover

But he’ll never forget the feeling

Just before it all went dark

That unsustainable lightning

That made him feel so alive

But wouldn’t let him live