Sunday, May 2, 2010

Spinning Fire

I would dance around you in circles of fire
become beneath the stars and cinders
a dark-spined dervish of whirling hips
who looks unafraid into the drunken eyes
as the flames pulse through their orbit
the language of body dances the universe between us.
I placed my fire in the sky—
oranged the moon as it edged across the horizon
and followed it home
before its footprints paled into gold.

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