"Fire"

Fire

Dancing, dancing round and round,

Escalating ever Higher,

Feel your pulse pound in your ears,

Dance with with the heat

of the pulsating Fire.

You are the Storm Front,

You are the Seas,

The torrents of winds whipping higher,

Your pulse becomes Quick like molten lava,

As you dance with the pulsating Fire.

You are the Sun beam,

You are hot Flesh,

You are the Pulse of Desire,

You are the Breath that quickens the World,

You are the Breath of the Fire.

Keep your distance.

Keep your head.

Remember temperance as you turn.

For even one who's One with Fire,

Still has flesh to burn.

(Edited from a poem I did many, many years ago- in honour of the firedancing troupe that's gonna come dance for us at the DC Zombie Lurch. :):)