Lightning Bugs In July Darkness

Lightning bugs in July darkness
make me think of your Indian hair by firelight.
It's like being hit in the head, these tiny stars--
this pleasant longing with a barb on its tail.

Air is a funny thing, especially at night.
Like you, it seems expansive while obscuring entire worlds.
I need wings to keep from falling, writing poems on foolscap
about you, and eyes that can't help but follow 

The foxfire there-and-gone glow of lightning bugs
In July darkness.
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for Wednesday Muse "Night Sounds." I see now that I have written about a night sight instead and hope to be pardoned this departure from clear instruction. 


Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh, "the foxfire there-and-gone glow of lightning bugs in July darkness." Just wonderful!
hedgewitch said…
Thanks for the gift of one of your perfect, complete-unto-itself love poems this morning--every word has the ring of truth and every word has the ring of dream. Beautiful to the mind's ear as the title creatures are to the eye.
Carrie Van Horn said…
It does seem to obscure entire worlds doesn't it? Once again you have swept me off my feet with your poetry Shay!!! This is brilliant and absolutely gorgeous! No one can write poetry of love and longing quite like you!!
Beautifully, erotically alive!
tonispencer said…
There and gone...sadly true of lightning bugs. And love. Beautiful. It is an honest poem. I had an odd dream last night about lightning bugs and snow. This takes me back inside my dream. "I need wings to keep from falling, writing poems on foolscap
about you, and eyes that can't help but follow"... those lines are haunting in their intensity. Like lightning bugs in the snow. 
Margaret said…
It isn't truly a summer night without lightening bugs - the dark hair by firelight is a gorgeous comparison.
Margaret said…
Do you need to "blogger approve" everyone? I notice that is where mine always goes...
Fireblossom said…
Nope, Margaret, just you and two others. Don't know why.
grapeling said…
In July, I saw fireflies for just the 2nd or 3rd time, and me halfway thru my 50s - and yes, they did remind me. sigh. ~