The Moth

a flicker at the edge, a moth in blue-dark air Circling what burns, not caring if I stare Drawn to the danger, the shimmer, the sting I hold still in the dark— Wondering what ruin it brings Ignoring the dance, disowning the game Drawn closer by chance, or the promise of flame A step in the darkness, two shadows aligned Balance held tight between hunger and time Thoughts reach for meaning, nerves flicker and spark Out past the edge, nothing certain but dark Don’t know how I'd hold it Can't say how I'd fare Try to stay unshaken— Your name hangs in the air A flutter ripples through the dark From tender wings laid bare I don’t want safe, want the ache in my chest Moths to the flame, we confess what’s left I want your scars, not the pretty disguise Show me your mess, let me see through your eyes Bring all your ruin, I’ll meet you right there We’re more than the wounds—we’re the heat in the air You soar from a distance, all thunder and sky Dragon on shoulder, fire in your eye I see the pauses, the ache between lines You ask for the real, will you take mine? I offer my wreckage, my ugly, my sin Waiting on daylight to let you in Building a fire of shadow and ache No pretty disguises, no polished escape I don’t want quiet, want the storm on my skin Caught in your orbit, let the danger begin Show me the fault lines, the cracks in your walls We’re wild in the darkness, we answer the call So bring me your hunger, your grief, your despair We’re more than the ache—we’re the heat in the air Close the distance with damage We’ll meet there, no disguise If love is a sharp thing Then bleed when you arrive Bring me what’s real—no more alibis I don’t want distance, want the spark and the rush Wild in the open, no room for hush Let go of the borders, let shadows collide We’re tangled in risk, nowhere left to hide If falling is reckless, then leave me undone We’re more than the longing—we’re the heat in the sun