WATCHING THE FIRE DANCE

It is cold and the days
are shorter, but its
a unique time, even
because of the virus,
to spend extra time
in reflection, exploring,
and dreaming. As I sit
watching the orange,
white, and smoky flames
dance in sensual movements,
sipping my wine. I have
the time, wonder, and pleasure,
free from the pace of the rat race,
to think of YOU. I see and
feel your soft lips, kisses,
held hands, and imagining your
voice sharing deeper and
meaningful thoughts. The
rain is starting to tap dance
on the roof, creating a desire
to hold you and dance a slow
dance to the Miky Way where
the angels and stars look on
with envy. Silly me, I kiss my
hand an imagine....