We sit in darkness with wondering eyes
dancing
darting
taunting the light of the fireflies
with mason jars in the moonlit skies
I've smoked nothing, yet
  I still get highs
From the thrill of the chase
  and your arms at my thighs
laying together, side-by-side
Covered only by the blanket of stars
  in the night-time sky
While our fingers waltz
  to our soft whispers and shallow sighs
and our eyes give chase to glowing fireflies