Love Sonnet LXXIII

....caught in your flame

Love Sonnet LXXIII

 

 

A flame found me last night.

Red dress, red stilettos, and

strawberry lips greeted me on the

dance floor, holding me tantalizingly

 

tight, and I fell into the vortex

of your music as the blood

in my veins flowed in tune

to the way your body swayed.

 

Yaraa, your music, sultry

sweet, pulsed in my ears

as we danced until the

 

sun came up. Yaraa, my love,

what can I do? Your flame has

left me as ash on the dance floor.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 1.16.2026

Author's Note

....thanks for reading