Sucrose Fireflies. 9.6.01 Cross-legged on my bed thoughts of you exploding like fireflies in the quiet, empty globe of my head Only to exist near your heart to hover near your hands to tremble at a breath's notice... A vague vapor of the odds swirls in the sugar of our belief in ourselves We chase around and around that same elusive ether of the future I want to yield to your love and weep at your feet and be the girl God deigned for you...