fire blossoms from tips of timbers
shadows flicker brightly
unadorned moonlight gently falls down
silver limbs translate windy hymns
with soft green voices
amidst this bewitching circle
the two of us hunker down
***
fire blossoms from tips of figures
blazend across velvet sky
Striding warriors with sickle and bow
sling unkind and passionate whims
in the form of choices
amidst this bewitching circle
the two of us unwind
***
fire blossoms from tips of fingers
tracing elements of fleshy desire
igniting loves magical cauldron
and soft cooing noises
amidst this bewitching circle
the two of us are known
***
Author notes
Written August 2nd, 2006
