The return of the fireflies,
spring
is really here,
and I could've rushed past without noticing sum of her but I'd expected,
I'd known,
sensed that there would be someone coming for me at least,
and the shine in her eyes so easily impressed me.
She lit my Wesley,
Turned Chris Brown in my chest changed complexion,
withdrew a lot of timid from my aggression,
like a well trained phlebotomist,
she...
I mean
her glow,
met my most exuberant pheromones,
a brilliance that I couldn't leave alone.
My firefly.
My lightning bug energized my every passion by the porch,
from the inside of the screen,
in the living room on the way to the kitchen to get to the bathroom,
my hair stood on end
goose bumps tread on my skin,
her ferry on the plane,
if not
a fairy sauntered into my dream that night
took sway
and the ocean of my life rocked for the better part of my vessel,
riding her new wave.
Firefly return,
it's spring again.
It's summer.
It's some o' her.
I googled the perfect habitat
and I fretted that
the city had destroyed my chances of catching a glimpse of just a flicker this year ,
and I would have rushed had I not learned how it frustrated me so,
and all of a sudden,
A lone by the pit
A firefly danced in the distance,
I'd love to believe that for me,
just for me,
even if I'm lying to myself,
she remembered,
I'd been looking,
and I was,
now, it's dark,
and nowhere in sight,
not a friend nor frolick on the soft breeze
just mosquitos
I'm savoring the briefest instance on the pallet of my mind with these words of kindness,
firefly,
it's spring,
wait...
No.
It's summer.
Through duh mind o' duh mastuh
