• rouxby 10w

    A twinkle in your eye as you dance and ignite,
    Swirling in fire, your smile bright.
    Contagious lunacy, how can I not laugh?
    Fiery touch, you grab my hand.
    And we twirl and plie!
    We howl and scream!
    One might think that we're burning
    From joy it seems.
    I carry that memory,
    Burned into my chest.
    A white, hot din of elation
    I will take to my rest.

    ©rouxby