I stretched my arm
over your chest, curled
my fingers around your bicep
as you watched fireflies
flit across the tent.
Breathing even, you explained the science of
the little black bugs,
how they got those green lamps.
I watched the moonlight kiss your
forehead, and reached my hand to stroke
your curls.
Midnight rain tapped against the tent,
and lulled me into brightly lit worlds where you
whispered romance in my ear,
touched my forehead,
told me that you
loved me and would
never let
me leave.
When I awoke,
the moon was gone,
but the rain was not.
And in the darkness,
I heard the sharp
intake of your snores,
felt your arms twitch in dreams
I would never know.