Liquid light

On the spectrum from belief
To nilpotent
I may be strung along
Like a row of pearls
When lightning strikes
The heart of her
She ignites
Fuels her desire
My sweet exterior melts
Reduced to a puddle
To mirror her exuberance
To the sky
Till she hides under blanket
For the night
Summer solstice in Tasmania

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