Pajamas

A moth to a flame – yours
The contours golden, blue at the center
Wax turning to gold on your skin
Flowing like they have a divine purpose
As I throw my body at your fire

And I feel torched soldiers mining through
Glowworms searching for liberation
And your flames splitting apart in Fahrenheit
Burning me inside out, bliss overtaking me

And melting point, when the flames crackle
And the moth screams and there is no more life to burn
Comes like a tempest on land
Until the flame is no longer, moth burnt to ashes

Our eyes rotate like pinwheels
And eye-lashes become furious butterfly wings

The stars are brighter than the moon

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