Like a Moth

I was drawn to her like a moth to a front-porch light bulb on a warm summer evening—not one of those coldly efficient compact fluorescent lights, or an even more efficient dimmable LED light, that is super bright, but emits no heat—an old-fashioned, searing 100 watt bulbous incandescent, that draws you into increasingly tight spirals, then quick-fries you at the first touch of the sizzling orb; my ardor only intensified by the knowledge that this type of light bulb would soon be outlawed.