Lightbulb Metaphor

I want to love you like a lightbulb to a lamp

That kisses the fixture in the spring

 but burns out in the summer 

The sky warm a hole of light

coming and going in small pieces forever 

till I am washed out by human fingers 

I scorch them with remains of my heat 

my last chance to bare my teeth then spiraling to garbage 

shatters to the ocean

 I am art at last if art was defined as marine debris. 

And ice covers my burdens as winter falls on earth

The ice will melt by my eyes 

And blue stars will grow 

I want to love you like a lightbulb to a lamp

I will grieve and scratch 

To never leave your side

But in final moments all lightbulbs are replaced eventually 

An bittersweet life for the lamp

Who must accept change

And an life of abandonment for the bulb