As I sought the secret places

of dreamlike existence,

a man offered me his hand

his eyes – moon or stars, I am smitten

like a child. I brushed his lips

with mine, twirled,

then danced over flame.

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Violet Carolina's picture

last post for now, but have enjoyed visiting this site again. last time i danced over a flame for someone, got burned. not so much a dancer anymore. : ) thanks again for sharing. v.