Aire

With gliding symmetry, the infinite air and light swirls
amid garlands, mirlitons and gilded gleaming unicorns.
Flighted endeavors, sweetness and spice,
circling like pride, discounting safety in numbers.

With the lit arch of the door beckoning, I followed,
tracing invisible steps with instinctual knowledge.
Counting the 39 paces, I arrive at my destination
chasing the promise, the scent and the urgency.

Temptation released, dancing flames lilting the air,
rising power and distraction, if only momentary,
spurning my coy refrain and grabbing me from within,
adopting the essence of what I want to be and where.