I learned of love from moths as silk fell from strip-lights it languished and burned In the coldness of my fixed gaze Life flickered in lights, Dying in its dust. Silhouetted, in a see through tomb. Now I think of us, When I once lived in light And you engulfed me in darkness. Your worm silky touch on trembling larvae that was drawn to your love like moths to the blue executioner. You are a maven and I the learned, who lays stiff amongst moths alive yet paralyzed. Seeing them arrive from darkness, to go to the light and share this bed of silk and dust to be like me, loves rigor mortis.