Fire Dancer

[forevermelodic]

My mother
gently warned me
not to play with fire.

Too hot, 
too dangerous- 
my nieve skin would shrivel with exposure to the elements. 

So I circled lazy pirouettes
away from the flames 
flickering towards me, 
begging to step into 
the lulling rhythm of my hips.  

But as my dance grew more elaborate, 
the flames began to whisper, 
spilling freshly brewed secrets 
from a place of wisdom I had yet to explore.

You silenced the flames 
with an air of mystery unspoken; 
tamed their childish actions 
and revealed yourself 
as the subject of their forum. 

I reached for your hand 
to invite you 
into the privacy 
of my dimly lit studio. 

A single candle 
set in the middle of the room 
to guide our footsteps,
but held at a safe distance from my delicate figure.

The flame acknowledged the power our steps held
and grew to accommodate their presence. 

My mother
warned me
not to play with fire.
But here I danced,
hopelessly entranced by the flame 
I was cautioned against.