Dancing in the air off the roof top.

Tips of fingers barely touching nonstop.

The gravitational pull is all that is holding together this magical waltz.

Hitting hard are the continuous flashes of thunderbolts.

Swaying side to side as the silent music plays.

Eyes locked into the deepest gaze.

Floating higher, higher and higher.

The magic of two flames burning as one fire.

Nothing left in the night but naked entities.

Never to descend remaining love locked on Polaris.

Poem by @sugaroc


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