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

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1 comment:

  1. ...
    Then
    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
    Here
    From now on.

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