Sunday, October 7, 2012

Ode to fever

The fever
exude itself
from these numerous pores
The marauder's left
drawn blood on my flesh
I lick my wound
in my four legged retreat
Wishing to drown
in winter blankets
Love's ravaged me
My ruin is complete
I fan myself
with the hemlock's leaves © 

1 comment:

  1. ...
    I sink in a tub of sweat
    It shook me
    And left me jittery
    Like a farmer's shack

    But now
    I smile
    This salty ocean
    Is mine
    And I control trade
    From now on.