When I dance the outer realm seems to disappear.
What once was is no longer a fear.
Flames dance on my body as my body intertwines with fire.
Making passion, displaying love, exposed desire.
Heat rising, keep dancing to the beautiful song.
Burnt hair and char coaled fingertips, this is where I belong.
Underneath the midnight light.
Ickarus taught me to take flight.
Fueling my fire takes more than one match.
With needle and thread he made a patch.
Blindfolded we played with fire.
Love made me this lair.
-Kelly Tibbets