When glowworms make love

The dusk descends, like a burglar, with silent footsteps.

Specks of light flit amidst the mammoth leaves of the Teak.

The thick clusters of flowers shine like burnished gold and copper,

forging a ring of fire, a portal to other worlds.

This is where glowworms make love…

Luminescent globules spring from nowhere –

Flickering, hopping, twisting, twirling,

waltzing, jiving and pirouetting,

till their bodies melt into each other,

Becoming pure ecstasy in motion.

A coy moon slips among the dark clouds.

The lonely frog sighs, whines and moans,

waiting listlessly for the midnight showers.


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