Two flames dance into the night
One steps to the left, the other leaps right
Winds of change provide food for flight
No way of knowing what sparks may ignite
Separating… merging… as if on cue
Dressed in golds and red-hot blues
Tempestuous, breath-taking, move after move
No plan, no rehearsal… It’s die or do
Each step, each flame, fueled by desire
She builds him up, he lifts her higher
Mesmerized gazes wonder what will transpire
Will they simply burn out?
or spread like wildfire?
breathe in….
step left….
breathe out….
leap higher
breathe in….
burn out….
breathe in….
burn brighter
~smj