Fever Dream

A Dream Full of Yearning

The sheets rummaged
Tangle on my
Ankles and wrists,
Choking my bones.
The wet white
Sheets are hot.
Sweat water.
Our sweat
Intertwining.
Your infectious tongue,
Acting affections.
Like a slug, left
A trail all over
My nude pale body.
Pale from
Exhaustion and screams
That you’ve forced
Out from inside of me.
Outside and in.
You beat me until
I am pink to red.
You see me as
A gushing strawberry,
Ready to take
A bite.

You Say, “I will never leave,”
And then morning arrives.
I yell at the
Morning for telling me
To be excited for this
Non-exciting day.
The birds chirping,
And the sun
Slapping its palm
On my eyes. I am
Infected by the
Cold last night.
Feet cold without
Yours rubbing against
Mine. The absence of your warmth; Delirium is a man who takes
Your place.
For I knew before I
Sought you out,
To make sure
I am never to
Feel this.

Feel this
Pain again.

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