Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Verse: fevers

(inspired by @amuirin, though she didn't know it...)

i slept
in your hair
all day

did not make
a sound

as its folded hands
swept from
the outside

not even
the wind
to lecture

the trees
on how
to sway

i wake and
drink from
the empty chalice

that is night
nodding to the ghosts
gathered for the feast

the clocks
stutter as
i gaze upon you

each moment
dies in a bead
of sweat upon your brow

and my heart
in a series of sighs

the air
is too swollen
to hold in.

1 comment:

  1. This is one of my favorites ~ I'm at a loss for words. Just {{sigh}}