19 May 2012
A quick dance under a burning tree, On the blackened glass we leap. One foot leaves the ground, The next one hits, and round.
Tango our way, as we move, Hearts beating as one, in tune. Shapes follow our every move, so deeply in and out of tune.
A branch falls, as the next foot loosens, and another branch falls on the senses. Two shapes disappear, then they reappear. Love in the fire, love and come near.
Fire • Opuss № I