moon's glow, intensified ten fold,
burns fierce by coronal limbs-
transcending insulated space-
encompassing earth ahead of the scorching sear;
and i a-bed
watching the mounting conflagration,
cling to my pulse and pillow.
the room grows hot;
the moon multiplies her brimstone blaze;
excitement stretches before the sizzling sheen;
purple flames pierce my clenched eyelids-
my smoldering senses, rising to face the risk,
with one wondrous work
restoring her to natural light.
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