Dance of the Shadow Lovers

The campfire burns.
Shadows play amidst the trees.
Black, horned demons frolicking by firelight.
The flames flicker spastically.
A rose blown by the wind.
Eight that will soon be six sit around the fire.
Dark figures frolic amongst the trees.
I am watching Eve across the campfire.
Tiny sparks float from the blaze.
Will-o-the-wisps wandering away.
Shadows play across her face.
The fire frolicks in her eyes.
Engaged in conversation, she laughs.
The rustle of leaves.
The crackle of the fire.
She surveys our group.
Our gazes meet.
She turns her eyes down.
Shadows dance behind her.
Slowly her eyes rise to meet mine.
The blaze crackles loudly, burning brighter.
A hot wind cascades over me.
We read the verses in each other's eyes.
Her lips curve into a smile,
held by a parentheses of dimples.
The fire is ignored.
The blaze inside burns fiercely.
We enter the woods.
To frolick amongst the shadows.