My assorted original poetry

The Fire's Tango

The uncoordinated tango
Whirls among
The remnants of a yesterday
That needn't be remembered.
With the crackling of the ladies' heels
Along the floor,
People swirling faster
Their dresses blending together
Into an orange mass
Flying higher
Toward the moon
The dance roars faster
Whirling in random patterns
The cloudy music spiraling endlessly
The air cringes
From the earth shattering heat
As the dance begins to die
Just the gentle glow of color
The dancers embrace each other
And sink down into
The glowing embers
Leaving the remnants of
The joy
The mystery
And the passion
Of the dance