dont leave flowers on my grave

xxii. dear firefly,

darling, i often make the mistake of judging you to be a twinkling star on a conquest to descend in quiet valor from the night's twilit sky. i reach my hand up in the sky, my tongue is warm as it longs to taste the moon. my eyes dilate; a breath is ripped from my lungs in wonderment as your wavering flying patterns land you to perch on my welcoming fingertip in such a delicate hesitance. stay, rest. let me keep you safe in my see-through jar; you may catch them staring, dear, but i promise i won't let them harm you anymore. i'll feed you a daily dose of love until you're satisfied. then i'll set you free. oh, dear little firefly, i pray you never cease your ethereal glowing.