Poi Girl

Poetry in motion. Thats what fire twirling is. I watch love twirling. Hence this poem.

She speeds and spins,
The burning wick,
At her indulgent whim.
Hows she so quick?

What safe beauty,
What true grace,
Everything else,
From her mind escapes.

Watch her dance,
Watch her spin,
I watch in aw,
Fire no sin.

She needs no curves,
But the fires trail,
It’s her world,
And this her tale.

I feel im dreaming,
But shall never wake.
So til the fires out,
And it seems so late.

In a shared love,
We are together,
I must go now,
But you’re in my mind forever