A fireflies wink
Of the theme, I was not certain.
Shadows danced the light of the moon.
A figure bowed a spread curtain.
The wind played to an ageless tune.
Very aware of my nocturne,
She reached her hand and plucked a rose.
Then pirouette a graceful turn
And tossed it me, in presuppose.
I caught the rose and blew a kiss.
It darted from the heart of me.
She leaped in air, it did not miss.
And thus began the fantasy.
Drawn in gaze I cavort in daze,
I frolicked like an alcoholic.
The polonaise set me ablaze,
The vampire kiss made me colic.
And idiocies ecstasy,
Conceded me a mirage key.