When the sun was fallen and sky still glowed—salmon, fire, and lavender blushings deepening to violet night—he held her once again; songs of life and the world around; fireflies in green-star rise dappling eve in light. He kissed her gently—affection’s delicate—that, like firefly in rise, elicited tongue flashings in return and dance upon his own; her hold to his face, his hold to hers, light in eyes dream-dazzling as stars; search and seek of his low hand’s touch, beneath the light blue fall taking hue of mauve in last of rose and sky-flame’s glow—warmth of her match and tone. Fireflies still dancing, match-flashes of tongue as even in the full of way, they were drawn to summer-love.