She dances in a ring of fire... (c) Jim Morrison
She’s dancing in the flame.
Not touching the ground,
She’s flying like in dreams.
Hundreds of loyal snakes
Are around the fire
And quietly singing for her
About a faraway winds,
About the sands and the pain
Which are sung in verse
Of her great God,
Of reptiles’ King,
Of words keeper.
She’s dancing in the flame,
And It licks her skin,
Tenderly, like in dreams.
Pain and fears have gone,
Only passion without chains
Lights up a shade of darkness.
Comes to the light
Those who are closer to her.
Like godly delirium
She murmurs the lyrics.
The King quietly heeds her,
Drawing the dreams.
He comes into fire,
Hugging and tempting.
He is crafty and tricky.
King of reptiles,
Rebel and poet –
She’s not afraid of him.
She’s dancing in flame
With her King,
But now it’s not dreams.
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Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Exotic, sensual metaphoric and ending in a dance with a cobra king very Freudian indeed. A lovely read
Thank you!
Sensual, evocative and beautifully written, loved this read
Thank you!
You are very welcome
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