Pele

I dance along the fiery rim, red robes

billowing in the wind,

one step away

from burning rivers

ready on my command

to spill revenge

across the land.

I twirl and spin

and call to those

whose torment lies within

Transcend!

I say, everday

reach into my hot abyss, that steaming

fissure in the earth

where visions

come alive, altars

of molten rock ignite

feed the flame

with your soul

feel passion never known

dream of wild

reckless sex

hot kisses, sweat

labor with desire

find your fire

By Ruth A. Souther - 1992

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