Poem: On Flaming Footsteps

All my life I have been dancing,
Taking steps afoot to find,
That one someone worth romancing,
A soulmate, so destined.

But Life can be a quickstep,
Or a foxtrot, into jive.
The Devil watches for a mistep,
Keep the tune to stay alive.

My dancefloor is his playground,
Stepping stones across a lake,
Of fire, flame and Brimstone,
The heat all that I can take.

That day the tune seemed endless,
My ankles ached and bled,
Yet when I gazed upon your fairness,
It was my face that then turned red.

Your eyes met mine for Salsa,
Our hands joined then for Waltz,
We lost ourselves in music,
And for a time Fate ran it's course.

Now together we are stronger,
Let the Devil play his worst,
We'll twirl and float with Angel's Wings,
And escape his rhythmic curse.

For we've both danced for far too long now,
Served our time in Merry Hell.
From here we'll write our own songs,
Bid Evil it's farewell.

To the sunset now we slowdance,
A Silhouette in dying light,
Where we'll dance our last in secrecy,
Just you, me, and the night.

Copyright, Lee Douglas, Nov 2011. All Rights Reserved.

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raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

just you and me and the night...oh, i love the way you let the words dance with the music of your poetry...

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Just Ask Susan 5 years ago from Ontario, Canada

Oh how I love to dance. If only I had a partner that did too :) Lovely poem. Felt as if I were dancing with you.

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