Crush

here's an old poem about a girl i had a crush on

Flame

She was at the party tonight
A crowded evening in a friend's backyard
A sea of separate words
Foaming together
But I noticed only her
She was absolutely beautiful
She possessed a different kind of beauty
She was a fire-spinner
Her specialty was a flaming hula hoop
I was transfixed on the flickering light circling around her perfect body
Every single curve of her fragile frame
Twisting in a separate order
Her thin arms weaving up and down throughout the orange flames
Her feet touching with the gravel beneath them
So delicately only her toes touched the ground
I was enamored but cautious to get close
So as not to get burned