Firefly

the stars on the horizon remind us
there is beauty outside ourselves.
the moon in its splendor forces us
to consider the heavens above.
as the night inches closer to daybreak,
we await morning anxiously,
fearful of what the sun brings,
frightened of what the darkness will take.

as the clouds part to allow Luna to show herself,
we become closer, intertwined as one,
our limbs a maze that no one dares solve.
the fire by our feet flickers, but never quite goes out.
its heat washes over our bodies like a waterfall.
as fog descends upon this resting place,
as dew begins to form on the grass around us,
we lay,
watching the night fight back the day.

We lay,
wanting the shadows to triumph.

At Dawn

The glass sits undisturbed,
Filled to the brim with beer.
Trapped,
Like an auburn soul inside its cage
Yet still as the deepest lake
At dawn.

Gazing into its liquid heart,
Its interior on fire,
Like the deepest hell,
I recall a time when I laid
With my love.
Her hair, tawny, resting
On my stomach, while we embraced,
Ignoring the lake at our feet.

The color of her mane
Was fierce and tempting.
Her locks flowed down my body,
Like a river
Made of the same amber liquid
That is now in front of me.

There’s nothing I won’t do
For one more dawn
With the one who reminds me
Of love.