Updated on March 10, 2018

His soul touches mine and a million fireflies ignite before my eyes.

Swirling and dancing.

Burning endless patterns into the night.

They move so fast.

I try to keep up.

I turn and dance along with them.

Faster. Faster.

Desperate not to lose the rhythm.

Hours it seems, of endless motion go by -

When finally, blissfully, I collapse to the ground.

I fall into a heap.

Beautiful exhaustion.

It can only be described as...


© 2018 Angela Tagliamonte


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