A Dance with Death
You stand before me, waiting.
I stare at your burning hand.
Interested, I take it in my own.
Am I a fool? Or am I brave?
Asexual pair waltzing together,
Uninterested in the bodies left behind.
No longer confined in my cell,
Not chained to my prison.
Round and round we go,
Embracing in a passionate dance.
Side stepping bodies we continue,
Down the smouldering walkway.
No longer do I hear,
The numbing buzz of silence.
The world is alive,
With music that excites my core.
Your hand on my waist is hot,
Leaving a print on my naked soul.
I am dipped low to the glowing coals;
I see your face for the first time.
I have no more breath to give but,
Am I not free?