we dance around the fire
for what seems like an eternity
the closer we move
the more we burn
glowing like embers caught in the wind
moving between the shadows and the light
the chiaroscuro takes on a life of its own
taunting and teasing
pushing and pulsing
it urges us to leap
but our waltz is one.of hesitation and uncertainty
both knowing
once we step into the flame
there is no return to the anonymity of darkness
the music in our heads fades and ends
we can stall no longer, it is time
your hand reaches for mine
for a breath we are still
with darkness to our backs, brilliant light ahead
our eyes meet, reflecting our fate
as we begin the dance that will lead is into the conflagration
steps more complex, movements more precise
each inhale more sacred
each exhale more meaningful
each touch more cherished
as flames lick and tug at our flesh
inviting, enticing, insatiable
we can resist the pull no longer
plunging together, the future decided
at once warm and bright
speechless, breathless, blind
we fight to hold on, to keep dancing
but the rules have changed
this dance is one of faith
now we are naked
everything we hid behind incinerated
we are raw
as the facades we presented melt away
hair so lovingly set, skin so carefully tended
now stripped away
no longer who we are
we have never been this honest with each other
never this intimate, this free
our senses are awakened
as the bonds of the flesh are released
mingling and indistinguishable, we become inseparable
our life blood hot and glinting
trying in vain to extinguish the flame, it feeds it instead
our bones breathing air they’ve never felt before
unshackled by the corporeal and open to the night
never have we have clung so tightly
as the moment we become intangible
an immolation that feeds your soul fire
living where the deep blue fades to white
thriving where it is sacred and.pure
we will disintegrate together
but once the fire dies
you will wake to a fresh darkness
renewed, replenished
alone
and I will not live in your mind, heart, or soul
this is the choice I have made for you
so that you may live again
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February 28, 2012 by JL Clifford
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Beautiful, and the last bit made me tear up.