Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Fireflies of love
It's refulgent, has been refurbished
with every tactile experience.
It's no longer veneer and glossed
Verity of spark is perspicuous.
It's fireflies of love
Visceral and no longer vicarious.
It's scintilla of tenderness
Transmuting dead to vivacious.
The wood is radiant
Pied and striated with silver
Love is warbling
Singing so loud and fervor.
Sylvan is dark
But no longer stygian
Chirp is mellifluous
Who says it is stentorian!
It's fireflies of love
Beaming, glowing and singing
We are the Adam and the Eve
Dancing, mingling and merrymaking.
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