Dancing the Fire~ By Suzanne Stauss

Sparks crackle
fly disappear.
Seductive hissing deep
in its blue-hot center.

The fire leaps
takes light
takes life.
Roars,
she does and dances.
Oh, she dances.

All merry weightlessness and blur.
Stomping jangling feet
barely touch the sky.
Arms aloft -
Every quiver tremor dance
from fingers eyebrows
shoulders hips.

Slipping hipping sweet release
around the crackle sparks hiss.

Moves the very air, she does.
Waver shudder bend.

And heat and joy
and fear and love are one.

Bound in elemental delight
waggling fingers, pointed toes.

Bend and sway and hair and lips
that curve and sweat
and sweet, secret smile.
She's come to dance
the fire again.


Author Bio:
Suzanne Stauss is a writer of lyrical non-fiction and poetry. She has been featured various places online and in the book of short poetry, "A Blackbird Sings". 

She's traveled the world and finally settled in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two monkeys, where she writes, she knits, she volunteers, she putters and she dances. Sometimes she's a formidable PTA mom, too.