Firedance

There was once a flickering flame,

pirouetting in the moonlight,

gathering moths and midges

who like to dance.

She enticed them with her fiery flamenco moves -

to spin and prance - so close

they blistered their wings

And then

in their panic

tumbled into the heat of her.

And for a moment

she briefly burned more brightly,

while the floating flakes of moth corpses

rose skyward on the breath of her desire

Circling - like capes drifting on the breeze