fire breather

when the night
stained us both black

I saw you from the distance

recognized the red blaze
pin point
edge of your cigarette
glaringly precede
your silhouette

and once I stepped inside

you told me you met your man
fire spinning, 
twirling torches balancing skin, breath,
and flame

once again I was too late
and simply mistook your
tumbled locks of
volcano
hair for being
tulip colored

If only
I could tango past him,

leaving your fury blissful
brave,
untamed.