Fire Dancin

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She danced in his fire

Cause he lit it in her path

When she moved to go around the flame

He called her by name

He boast of the fires warmth

He celebrated the brightness of the embers

She was cold

Had forgotten what real fire felt like

Even tho she still dreamed

Hot steam dreams that left her colder than ever

He saw the desire in her eyes

He touched her hair and admired her feathers

She spread her plumage all golden

Purple green and soft iridescent bluezzz

In every shade from cry to sky

He sank into her hands and head

Praising and exclaiming he drank her waters

Pleading for more

She was generous

She was abundant

He sailed on the waters

Rowing with her feathers

The fire was warm

The dance never begins

In the first 60 seconds of a minute

before the afterglow had faded

He and his fire were gone

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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