Fire Dancers

Suddenly, I was moving.

I felt the heat in my throat.

Shouting and gripping the dirt with my toes.

Thoroughly, I was loosening.

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The knots in my rope.

Swaying and ripping the clothes from my bones.

Carnal smoke and ash: rises and falls without disruption.

Patterns and melodies infiltrate the atmosphere without corruption.

Breath synced

Expectations linked

Suddenly, we’re moving.