Toxic Tango

Just like fireworks in the twilight you excite me.  
You make my skin warm and fill my eyes with heat.  
I attempt to run from the flames but the smoke clouds my way.  
The excitement.  
The high.  
The rush that you provide seems well worth the burn.  
We dance hard , heart to heart however separated by the blaze.  
This dangerous fancy footwork feels like foreplay. I weep at the thought of being just for play.  
We hold hands and sear our palms.  
Fingers intertwined while we close eyes and cross the line.  
You feel like home, but you’re more like the neighbor’s beach house.  
No “For Sale” signs in sight but that side door swings open with the wind.  
Burglary isn’t my crime of choice. I won’t enter without keys.  
Please, release me until you’re prepared to do more than lease me.  
I break away from your grasp, fast. I cry as I come down from my high.  
The water rises behind me, either way I’m gonna die.  
Toes tickled by the sand, I firmly stand.  
Backing into the waves means swimming into a daze guaranteed to consume my nights dreaming of the days I could feel your warmth.  
To reach for you and step forward sets the stage for the beaches view and torment or bitches brew.  
But why do you feel so for me?  
I can appreciate a riot even the quiet ones.  
Our song is quite some tune. Harps harping  and golden drums beat by Oshun.  
The ocean.  
The fire.  
Your eyes wide and deep like the feelings I keep in a lock box free from fuckery.  
I’m mesmerized by the flame only distracted by the calling of my name.  
When you say my name like that I can’t turn away. I melt from the inside out as I fall into your arms.  
Safe from harm, I find solace as you cradle me longer than the day of a summer solstice.  
The fire remains lit.  
The addiction of the drug called desire brings me into your home  
where I’ll simmer  
until I expire.