Fever
Sky grumblespalms febrile shudder, shiver storm’sfever. I’ve washed upon the cliff of you: body curvesdark yearnings. You’re in lovewith the love of it; agitatedlike the wind your eyesseek salvation. We ebb & flowcaught in the cross current; I’m unwillingto drown, but youstretch out on the wave’screst strike outfor the deep dark depths content tocurl up in the furlof unseen siren’s locket.