Her Dance of Fire

There instilled in the fire’s place
a lesbian has met her match .
In fear she hopes
not to burn her blushing spirit
so
-quickly-
in Her Dance of Fire!
So
-slowly-

take hold her burning flame
thou are fully at rest in her healing sweat
so
-happily-

Gaze into her smoldering blaze
And hear her crackling whispers
that awaken passion and warm their naked spins
so
-calmly-

Touched by the lesbian match infront of her
she ends the brightness of her fire to smoldering
wood and fumes to darken ashes
so
-silently-

The lesbian match curls and lay
in wait for thou bonfire’s
next inspiration
so
-definitely-
with
Her Dance of Fire!


ŠVivian M Muska, April 1997