Hand. Fingers open slowly. Underneath glowing. A present. An alive flipping glittering present. A firefly in your hand for me. I’ve gotten roses. Or chocolates. Or rings. But nothing glittered like this. Nothing was alive and glowing in your hand. Crooked smile. Blue eyes, lashes. I melt. Its in my hand. Delicate. Closed fist. Feel it flipping inside.

I open my hand. Let it go. Then take yours.