You are forever
beautiful, framed in white gauze,
pink-cheeked fever doll.
Sweat beads on your brow,
infected opalescence,
lips dry as parchment.
Forced from a raw throat,
over a heat blistered tongue,
whisper you love me.
Impatient patient,
greedy for just one more breath,
inhale my kisses.
From my brimming well,
slake your monstrous thirst once more,
drink lust for water.
Did you not promise
to share everything with me?
Be generous, love.
One hundred and four:
I’ll warm myself at your fire
and kiss you goodbye.
Delicious.
Beautiful. Love the progression through the individual poems. And then that shocking next-to-last one! Sent it all spinning.
Thank you! I didn’t know whether it was too subtle. I thought about doing a stanza about passing the fever along, but then I thought…nah…my readers are smart.
Gorgeous!
RG, Beautiful, thank you.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
‘pink-cheeked fever doll’ – wow, I love love that line! That did it for me. Will be stuck in my brain for ever.
“drink lust for water”
goddess…love love love that line…
brilliant progression…what a word painter you are!
nilla