FIRE SCRIBBLES

During the dismal months, I sparked to life only when I made love with you.

As the firefly lights and fades out, lights and fades—in glimpses we trace its flight

through the dark night among the olive trees.

During the dismal months, my soul sat shrunken and lifeless

but my body took the straight road to you.

The night-sky lowed.

We secretly milked the cosmos and survived.