Magic dancers- –
candle flames sputter,
rising higher- -higher,
spellbound by the fire
your lips find mine
in the glowing.
Knowing the strength
of love’s weakness- –
and destiny a twilight river
– -we flow gently
in a sinuous trance.
Their vermeil veil
wraps us,
rapture- -bliss- –
our tenderness
quilts winter’s chill
in the muted light
of magic dancers.
Night goes whispering.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.