I dance in the fire
And never burn.
The flames
Roll off my skin.
Like in a dark room
He sees me.
Spinning like a ball of fire.
His breath, shallow.
His shirt, wet.
His eyes, red, with my image.
He stands and walks
Round flames.
But as he leans in for a kiss
He catches fire
And goes
From black to ash
I laugh
As I watch
The wind carry his ashes
Because, I never burn.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
I dance in the fire
And never burn.
The flames
Roll off my skin.
Like in a dark room
He sees me.
Spinning like a ball of fire.
His breath, shallow.
His shirt, wet.
His eyes, red, with my image.
He stands and walks
Round flames.
But as he leans in for a kiss
He catches fire
And goes
From black to ash
I laugh
As I watch
The wind carry his ashes
Because, I never burn.