Flickering lights
In warm shadows
Fragrance of vanilla, cinnamon
And every night she comes
And we dance in shadows
Walls of flame they flicker
She in all her colors like night
Perfume whispers to senses quiet
We dance all night
In shadows like ghosts
Cryptic forms like souls
Without form
And every night
She comes and we dance in shadow
Wakes me in the AM
French vanilla, sticky sweet
And every morning
The light extinguished
She and I
In twisting forms like flames
Extinguished
Their dancing embers
To the night sky
Leaving me cold alone
In darkness
And every night she comes
And we dance
In shadows.