Fireflies danced across the lawn
like David before the Ark
cavorting to melodies
known only to them
wearing not even an ephod
flaunting their sexuality

No Michael despised them
No Bathsheba enticed them
No Nathan condemned them
They danced in celebration
of creation, of procreation
flaunting their sexuality

I walked on

– by C. Eric Funston
19 July 2015