The evening slips away
like fireflies through fingers.
Your eyes turn from the color of sand at twilight
to the indigo-blue of the ocean at night.

Our easy laughter sinks into
soft whispers
as the sky shifts from peach blossoms
to hushed velvet black.  

Your touch is no longer just soothing warmth.
I can feel the buzz of electricity
when your hand hovers nearer.

As stars replace the sun and those
lyrical night insects relieve the birds,
my heart changes rhythm to match your own.

Soon, the moon dangles overhead
and we run out of words at last,
our still lips meeting with sparks
that set the night ablaze.