In the glass
lit
by candle flame
flutters the moth
drawn irresistibly
not long to live
ephemeral
beautiful
dark and dangerously
excited
the mirror image of the
painted lady
left for right
dark as
she is bright
sinister
dextrous
full of her own wonder
of her own being
of her own life force
of greed for the light
of her own beauty
transfixed
by her own gaze
entranced
by her own spell
approaching the
one moment
of pure
incandescence
and
calm
by michele ayton
