It had been long and I had forgotten,
How it is to climb out unbidden
And fall plumb into a tub of fireflies.
And their light now enters my mouth,
Which smells a bit like the summer-soft
Friday afternoons spent with you.
And the light now moves about me
Like your eyelashes around my face
And settles around my collarbone and
melts into my sweat and your reticence.