words by dominic riccitello

under the honey moon
moments of just blue
you were all that you were
a sorrowful butterfly
wasp that met his own

people come
go
ravage
we say we know

yet align for the show
sip our champagne
live for yesterday
moments of grease

hit pause, unintentionally freeze
grab our knees, beg and plead
yet never realize
we only ever idolized
and we are our own firefly