Fire red

Burning were the eyes when they're full of desire
Latches and tugs, closer to home, no!, closer to darkness
Castanets and tango, embers crackle, gypsys sing, ole!
Spinning round, off the ground, laughter echoes, and widows grieve
Dreams beyond all passion, scorching right through,

Like the soles of her loubitton stilletos, each step in crimson red

As her gaze casts asunder all the foolish dreamers ahead

Be careful where you tread. 


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Though brief, this poem has

Though brief, this poem has some really strong imagery that makes it quite memorable.  And I like your screen name very much.