The Dancer, My Anarchist, An Artist

Skip across the floor.
I see stars;
A body carves narrative in the flames.
Sleep with sirens,
Make love to my shame.
Then like the artist,
Forget your own face.

Author's Note

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=fire#/donlo2

Reviews

[WillowWhisper]

This is beautiful, as well as very deep and very powerful. The last two lines are just golden. Thanks for sharing.

[(Super) Heroes Never Di..]

Ooh, I love this. Very thought provoking. Short and sweet, but still powerful. "Then like the artist/Forget your own face."
These were my favorite lines. Brilliant.

[Pratik]

A deep write.. perhaps talks about the transience of love..... i see a great deal of thought being put to this.... well done :)