Sighing young flames heave up to the sky, stealing hot oxygen kisses to fly great heights. Trembling and fluttering, they command and spread a wood burning frenzy.
I watch them twirl furiously, spinning wondrously, until they cut into tiny tornadoes lifting right up and soaring through the raucous blaze, speeding uncontrollably before scattering out into a clear open night.
Whispering frantically they flirt with the wind; entrancing, enticing, spitting with desire. Below these roaring obsessions, I just can’t help but to stare. My eyes are transfixed, my face absorbing the blaze sparking from two unearthly dancers, both immersed and unaware.