Dance with fire

Dance with fire

In your eyes

Hold tight

It will be a long time

Before the dawn

Of recognition

Dulls the memory

Of passion

It flares momentarily

With every breath

Borrowed from

The ruin of yesterday

Every time the Earth turns

The cycle of remembrance

Is returned

To the beginning

Fingers interlocked

Betray tension

Hands clasped in love

Give a different message

A language

With little need of words

It is upon such small things

Emotions founder

It is the tingle

Of touch

I miss so much.