Fire In One's Heart Poem by Shirley Harrison

Fire in One's Heart



In the deepest darkest corner of my mind

the Devil sits impatiently

waiting for me to talk to him

but

because I know he's there

I simply ignore my inner need to acknowledge him

however

I do often wonder

if I did, if I dared to ask him…

"would you care to dance"?

I imagine he would ungraciously decline



because he just wouldn't have

those passionate Tango moves such as mine.