The Firedancer
The twilight veils
the summer sky,
as waves begin
terrestial flight.
In crescendo, the conga
chants a march-
luring my feet
to join the dance.
Being blinded by darkness
of almost night;
for a minute, my ears,
have been my guide.
Though, soon enough,
I saw this man;
who is bestowed
with ember palms.
Donning white,
his soles are bare;
while his curls are coiled
in his scalp and nape.
Alas, his face
is quite concealed,
behind the streaks
and trails of light.
He fills the blackness
with neon lines:
swirling them
around my sight.
With this apparition,
I have been enthralled;
allowing myself
to succumb in hypnos.
Gradually, the pace
has began to subside;
The dancer bows
in our applause.
All of a sudden,
his eyes meet mine:
igniting the flame
inside my heart.
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