They twinkle light
In darkness
Mating games
Revealing presence,
Chased
By avid hands
They ignore
The sins they inspire.
Captured
In temporary cages
Made of flesh
Dilated pupils quench
Voyeuristic instincts
Staring through
The crevice
Of united thumbs.
Until obscurity
Questions reality,
Did they belong
Merely to a dream?
Opening hands to check
See them flee
Fly away disappear
Into approaching morn.
[Featured painting: Firefly by Jimmy Lawlor]