you rush in like fire ignited with balls of light
from some dark space inside me
and from there you spring up and release your temper
into each cell of my white head;
you make a storm of my wrinkleless face, churn my muscles, tamper with my heart, coagulate the blood in my north.
Excitement -
in shades of pink and scarlet and red and carmine and cherry and crimson -
you flavour my existence!
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