You open like a flower

I am a moth,

trapped in

soft candle-light,

caged by the siren

of nature.

Then you open like a flower

to my dewy morning;

your petal-folds

an origami

revealing

its enticement.

We sup together

the nectar of entanglement

and the burst of sunlight.

Intimate in concert,

we steal

mutual benefice

and forfeit breath,

in the robbing grip

of waves.