The Fire Fly Party

Lovers tango locked in rivers of the midnight inertia bellows the calm excites as fire flies dance in and out of sight. Along the banks blue twilight echoes of decades that sank too soon and drinks down with subtle care. Eyes crimped against the crisp air circling in summers night the trees embrace, and tuck against joining in along the camera and moonless night.

Murmurs whisper and call out their names the latter gargles the lyrics to the hums and tune of their hearts as ink fills the pool below. The desperation now thickens she mouths his name as they slip into worlds yet known like a home movie in plain view she kisses him as the fire flies ignite their lights and dance the dust from their tombs.

Immersed in twilight the abyss on lips too saturated with the most natural shade of grey marinate in the near deep as he holds on for her dear life. Losing all sense of his self as his heart slips from chest to jar that has fallen from the shelf deep. Into the open mouth who's corners are rich and chapped over from fall foaming of Halloween spirits that dance to lure pure men and women to their graves.

Skelton keys tap dance in the distance as they tango for two into the deepest part of the night inertia bellows, and lung ignite with the lyrics of this night as fire flies entertain these images of little lovers such delight. The most polite and the finest gentlemen as her hands flutter like birds from the coupe up and down his back they kiss mouthing their vows of silence along their lives the feel good Fridays nights and Sunday best. 

Twilight fades as they mouth their goodbyes little lovers kiss the night away in watery graves for two as they are at a loss for words. A symphony of sleep the skeleton keys play the fleeting tunes of their heart strings as fire flies exhale themselves to sleep.