Dancing
turning
swaying
moving
being
all
nothing
floating
flying
soaring
uplifting
free falling
until there is only
the sound of burning
flames of seduction
desire
a higher tempo
as your body courses
feels the movement
the rhythm
trapped inside
surrounded outside
by the eerie glow
of a thousand eyes
as you burn your way
through the forests
to the ever eternal
elemental
~X~
4 comments:
Even the shape of the poem reminds me of an ancient or primitive bottle containing a magical aroma or elixir.
Wow. This is beautiful. The amount of passion in this piece is phenomenal. I am in awe.
This one made me wanna set myself and fire and feel that delicious burn! Awesome job - such passion!
~Jody
what can i say ...... its perfect
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