Devil’s Dance

 

In dreams, I am a dancer a tempest of desire.

 My thunderous clouds move above you and ignite within a wild fire.

My body twists and shifts under your stone like stare… and I cannot be freed, or will myself to care. 

I’ve saved a seat for you- bring with you whatever you must- but, please darling, I beg of you, be quick about it, 

this dreamers’ dancer is quickly turned to dust. 

 

 

 

 

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