Dance in the Fire

From the West, my red tip swirls

around your soft turns.

We meet the mount.

Dance in the fire.

Your rose heat peels. Hardness

penetrates the skin of twilight,

between the salts

of your inner

sanctum, and the horizon of my flesh.

Louder! we cry from inside our caves:

we crave the rush.

As one, unleashing our wilds

under the celestial canopy, we dance around

the flames – flashes lick and destroy yesterday’s future

with naked abandon.

Deep…a new deep

beat pulses: ‘no mercy’

in the black night of our eyes.

I die in you, and your soft kiss tenders the East. The clarion sun

slowly rises

and painfully plays the golden note

of our rapture.