I want you to make love to me
in front of the fireflies

with the lightening at our backs

let the glow of the storm
whisk us away

as our bodies float into each other
every time we hear a roll of thunder

we can fall asleep to the
music inside the lights from the fireflies

it’s dancing upon our nude lips
as we sing along
showering the world
with our love.

06/18/2006