The Art of Love

The Love Life of the GlowwormFlashing desire, the glowfly twinkled acrossThe starry summer sky, love's energy unspent, Searching through the darkness, With passion's might, For the beacon of her consent-the mating callOf pulsing, green and yellow light. At last, came the reply:Yes, oh yes, a-light, she said;Now he became a firefly, As at once she did too. To a closing flower they together therein flew, Blinking, winking in the seclusion of its petal bed.
This dance of light and love-their honeymoonBrightened the night, till it looked much like noon. Those jolts and bolts, surging, merged in currents, And swept back and forth as they signaled delight-Fires luming and oft reluming the flames of loveWith electric hugs, For they had, by now, Become lightning bugs.