Thursday, April 17th, 2014

Fire Dancer

She escapes and twists skyward,
all smooth and silky softness,
turning over on herself in endless,
liquid, naked spirals.
Form and shape
fold and shift, colorless.
The touch of spirit;
the goddess of the flame,
pungent and sweet,
rich and soft.
Curving, curling, caressing,
vaporous limbs, hands, breasts, thighs,
form and reform,
arousing and alluring
in their immortal dance.
The taste of fire, acrid . . .

her lips touch mine.