Fireflies sparked intensity,
caused celebratory commotion.
Near pupils pulled desire,
twitches of hourglass silently
stitched luminous perspire.
Frail bones serenade, mingle, and
swat to play keep-away in merriment's
surreal grounded cloud-journey.
Faint scent of thunderstorms
bellowed our caressed name,
feint destiny.
Nothing glimmered, however, as sensual as
the touch of your gazed glint ...
except fleas like us.








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