Love Sonnet LXXIII
A flame found me last night.
Red dress, red stilettos, and
strawberry lips greeted me on the
dance floor, holding me tantalizingly
tight, and I fell into the vortex
of your music as the blood
in my veins flowed in tune
to the way your body swayed.
Yaraa, your music, sultry
sweet, pulsed in my ears
as we danced until the
sun came up. Yaraa, my love,
what can I do? Your flame has
left me as ash on the dance floor.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 1.16.2026







