Love like a Moth

Love like a Moth.

I have been dreaming unbroken, for the longest time.
For as long Earth has spun, or all the points between each star.
Of his voice that resonates, rendering me servile - enchanted.
Blackness pours from his hands,
covering his mouth, like lacquer - shining, effulgent.

I am the moth to this colourless flame; wings scorched with delusion.
In me springs forth a profusion
of feelings felt in seclusion,
far removed from the world outside...