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.
