Alexandria evaporated in flame
(Cleo’s consort turned out to be
the wrong reptile,
Embers of knowing take flight;
dancing in starlight,
bounding across desert sands,
(a final gambol through
and settling in, on the Peninsula.
They burn slowly, on the Moor.
Wisdom of every love prior lived,
is a Siren song
to the Moth;
she gasps with the blood-pulse to her wings
and curls into a smoldering embrace,
finding a Universe