goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,

poem: sweat on the forehead

sweat on the forehead
fever not breaking
whole body shaking
go and catch the moon
bring it down to your level
lie down on the couch
body curved into
the spoon position
where's your lover now
it's the waiting that
curls the insides
not that flu
that goes around

17 August 1999 ADP
Tags: poetry & prose

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