Dancing Dangerously                    
Behaving impulsively, dancing dangerously,
In a room whose filth is barely disguised,
In a cloak of dirty black.
A borrowed kiss in seclusion,
Tastes too sweet for innocence.
A stolen breath, deeply inhaled,
And all resistance is permanently damaged.
All thoughts are intoxicating,
Some liquid spirits, the fuel.
What should be deeply etched,
Become forgotten.
The call from the land of fantasy,
Whose tangibility should remain afar,
Lures all sense and sensibility,
And in the dawn,
With the cry of a child ,
The reasons become clear,
Why this is the plane we dwell,
Not the one we dream             
      Tammy-lee Rose