"Foresight"

You are as puzzling as a dancing flame
And I am the tiny, white moth in flight,
Twitterpated by your dazzling glow.
I cannot help myself--I am entranced.
It comes, then, as no surprise how,
Unwittingly, you pull me in with your smile
Like honey to the ever-starved fly. I ask--
Is there anyone who can defy you,
       deny you anything at all?
Carefully closer I inch to your brilliant blue light until
Snuffed-out am I, by your flame
And down I spiral, my wings a-light
Twisting and writhing on the cold, stone floor
Before curling up like burning parchment, useless and black.
       I have never been a good navigator.