She dances in a circle of fire and fights off lament with a shrug

moving loud and bold, she caresses the wind in her hair and moves conceptions

with an explosion of her eyes

hands drifting near the flames

the dance resembles indian characters of war, speeding

the tempo and taking up danger in a cry

the stiff pounding of her feet slow and become vague

the dance slows...and stops

then...looking directly into my eyes...