Nocturnal Encounter

I want to grab
a bolt of lightning,
peel off its sizzling skin,
unleash the fiery flames
it holds within,
feel the heat
burn my face,
and now my swollen face
is as red as the flames,
a burning rose.
Go ahead,
place me in the red vase
of your heart with the others.
Flowers look better together.
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