To float, carried by a gentle breeze,
across an autumn field of brilliant colors cheering as they watch.

To watch silently and feel the burn merely gazing upon it from afar delivers, to have it caress your cheeks...
And never turn.

To reach out and feel the emptiness of an opened hand, to grab that empteness and caress it with a soft kiss of breath.

To flick the flame that dances with the night,
To yearn as I...
Dancing with Desire!