Her Eyes, Like Fireflies

The concert had been perfect ... Chaka and Al Jarreau on the grass at Foxwoods A dry and warm July evening Sleepy full moon peeking up over the horizon (As if checking to make sure the jealous sun had set) Then rising ever-so-cautiously Like a gold doubloon tossed in slow-motion We drove to Prospect Park and climbed the hill with a blanket Laying it out when we reached the top Then sitting down to watch the lights of Boston There was a tangible magic in the air One of those nights when something grand speaks to your deepest being Telling you that for this rare and precious moment (A moment that could stretch to forever) All was right in the Universe, and nothing would or could go wrong Thirty years ago, yet I remember every detail The way her fingers filled the spaces in mine as we ran up the hill The scent of her Je Reviens perfume Mixing with the aroma of newly-mown grass The exquisite silkiness of her tan Taiwanese skin Her raven hair hanging around her face like a dark halo Spicy, luscious chili pepper lips tugging mine Quiet but intense little sighs of pleasure and encouragement And her eyes ... oh her eyes, like cool-and-glassy mountain pools at night The distant lights of the city shimmering softly within Swimming in the dreamy depths of her gaze Like the fireflies that swam in the air around us Telling me all I needed to know, all the things her body spoke to me The soul-deep-and-sexy things that my body answered ... Sweet ... vulnerable ... delirious. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice (33) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Verses Of Metaphors II" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.