The bug on the lamp

Like the fly circling the light bulb, I am mesmerized by your omnipresent light, I don't have anywhere to go, I don't have anywhere to hide. So many things in the room I can play with, books, another lamp on the other side of the bed, rotten food under the coffee table, but there's only you, your perfect shape, your ever present warmth, and every time I get close enough, my wings melt a little, and I curse them because they still lift me off the ground to continue circling you. My light bulb