"ballet fire"

with you, i become sweet water
burning in the fire of will.
you ask
that i remove the kindling of will;
will not the water become fire?
slowly i begin to erase the w
and i then draw closer to you.
frightened to become the kindling,
yet i quietly step to you
with now no w.
water floods my mind, becoming a wave,
i crash upon the shores of you.
please do not let me smash apart
on the pebbles and then
blow away into the wind but
rather become the sweet waters
that ballet fire dances upon
for an audience of one~

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
25sept07
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