Tease

Like a moth gravitating inexplicably toward the warm flame, I flutter.
Flutter, flutter, flutter.
Burned at the tips, I still long for oneness with the flame.
Flutter, flutter, flutter.
Banging against the glass, I lunge for the flame, “Oh, the flame!”
Flutter, flutter, flutter.
An opening at the top I see.
Flutter, flutter…
Sizzle.