Fireflies

We cupped our hands around false proximities
squirming with vile-tongued tastelessness
And the ignorance of a blushing bride.
Released early into the night we two-stepped apart,
and caught fire in the sky like the flies of Eve.
We dispersed among the trees in haughty toddler disagreement,
and leaving no time for hearts to harden-
we danced alone in Adam's garden.