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.