Cancer may have had us close the door on the singletail, but, oh, it  opened so many other doors.....
 

I used to play with fire...
I thrived on the hissing cracking popping

I used to dance on the edge
hearing his voice in my ear
delightedly crowing
"There's blood on your ass,  slut..."

I used to fly to a distance
where colors were a prism
and I danced to magical music we composed

now the hissing cracking popping
not from leather
but from an exquisite spark

Now I dance on the edge
hearing his voice in my ear
delightedly crowing
"It's just a little static..."

and I fly to a distance
where colors are a prism
and I dance to magical music we compose

Email: LdyThor4SM@aol.com