Fireworks

By Annette Marie Hyder
(from last Thursday’s texts)

“Do you want to watch the fireworks with me?” he texts.
And at first glance I think he has asked me to watch firewords with him
and a great excitement seizes me
as I imagine what that will entail
but then I see that he has asked me
to watch the holiday weekend fireworks with him.
“Haha!” I tell him, “I thought you wanted me to see ‘firewords’ with you!”
And he says “I do.
I want to paint words for you with the fire of my desire
the burst of my longing visible far and wide
in the night sky
my feelings for you flowering in fireworks
that look like rockets to others while you and I both know
they are pyrotechnics launched by you.”

Well, yes. I would like to see his fireworks.