The Fever: a poem

He gave me a poison
From a lean dark cup
I took it willingly
I swallowed it all up.


It coursed through my veins
Like a liquid fire
shot through my heart
And gifted me desire

In the daytime haunting dreams
In the night-time a burning fever
Eating but not consuming
Forever and ever

The worst of this story
Is that he never drank this poison
And now I am left with
A disease – no cure
I am locked in love’s prison.

July, 2012


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