Hot and wired

Skin prickles,
head throbs.
Hot and wired,
sweet sparks
fly tonight.

Such magnificent bounty!
bursting incandescent,
filling me up,
more than
I can possibly contain.

Burning with delight or,
perhaps, fever caught
jumping the fence
to bring my sick neighbor
birthday turtles.

Lay down girl,
lay down, child.
Let your head explode
into the welcoming arms
of the velvet night.

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