How can I give myself into you?
I am not scared again
There is not much left to hurt.
Here we go — once more
Two sparkling fireflies
Dancing carefully in the nightly skies.
Two burning fires with a shy, shy face
Afraid of getting close —
as if they could be burnt.
Are you here to steal the light?
Are you fleeing in the dark?
Let me see you dive,
down through winds
— pollinated wild winds
for a grassy fresh spring kiss.