Firework

In curls and sweeps,
like a screaming swift,
of silver fire.
Like a laser of love.
Like a pinball aglow,
it flew,
up,
hissing, twirling, twisting, fizzing, writhing,
like a moonbeam horse,
like a wave of pleasure,
a whip made of light from a star-god's treasure,
up, up,
and crack into spray,
in the ice ink night.
A crisp white bite.
A blink of delight.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.