Fireflies

 

Five lit fingertips

caressing the night

it's purr can be heard from afar.

Like a slow foreplay

of a couple in love

so virgin, so pure, so divine.

 

The night takes the hand

and together they dance

to a song that's been written in stars.

A lonely observer

stares and admires

please let the sun never rise.

Reviews

[Chaoscaine]

Not bad. You're as talented as Shakespeare (via Petruchio in Taming of the Shrew) at taking simple words and adding a sensual side to it. My only suggestion to improve your work is to write out the word five. It adds to the serene tone and flowing of the words a bit better than 5. Otherwise, good work!