Fireflies

A creek with a little bridge over it leading to a golden sun-drenched field. Three girls catching frogs in the rich green shadows under the bridge. Running through the long grasses. Dirty feet, wet hems, hair flying everywhere. Laying in the sunshine, braiding daisies into each other’s long manes, limbs tangled together, Catching laughter off of each other’s tongues. The golden sun setting to reveal a full moon. Dancing naked, chasing fireflies. Nipples pinking, labia’s blossoming, fingernails leaving little crescent moons in thighs, in breasts. Toothy-wolf Kisses, love-bites that leave pansy-colored bruises on necks, on wrists. Echos of desire, spiral up to veil the moon in heat.