Spite of Fireflies

A poem by Rissa Bennett

Echoing the stars was a sensual buzzing,

sighs from dancing lightning bugs,

hummed breaths mingled with dew,

and the salty taste of your collarbone;

Heavy eyes came alive in the summertime heat. 

Atmospheric captivation, my paling skin voluntarily embroidered, everlasting in my eyes,

How can I learn to abandon the imagine of a sunburned girl, and windswept boy?

Lucious trees no longer canopy me in a caring embrace—

How can I escape the warm wash of your golden glow

from the times we have loved

basked in the summertime submission?

Gilded droplets crafted from the spite of fireflies; 

magnetic confines of your worthy arms grew solemn. 

You, I once, craved  to know,

nothing kills you slower than 

letting someone go.