Firefly

we were born this way

fully unaware of the light

so we tangle our intestines

into linking chains in the dark

I didn't know how, it just felt right

to know when you are hungry

and I can tell the slightest

form of tension,

the humid breathing

the spiders of your web-like weeping

the silence of your solemn smiles

or even when in mid-thought

your forehead wrinkles into pensive

horizontal columns

and in that short distance

between our blindness

your stifled yawns sounded like thunder

from a thousand horizons

I have screamed your name in Braille

deep enough to have built trenches

and bore valleys

you cup a firefly selfishly in your hands.

8.13 PM.