This Fever of You

Fever of You
This Fever Of You

It burns –

This fever of you.

The sparks of its flame alight

Everywhere and nowhere.

Blind my eyes –

Yet I smell your skin.

Remove all scent –

Yet I hear your voice.

Block my ears –

Yet I taste your lips.

Close my mouth –

Yet my heart beats your name.

Stop my heart –

Yet my skin feels your breath.

Melt my flesh –

Yet my bones are engraved with your words.

Burn my soul –

Yet you are the flames.

Forever –

Yet never again…


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Sapere Aude

Sapere Aude

Just some guy. Somewhere. Doing some things.


  1. ooooh…. this is gorgeous… who’s your muse?

  2. As of right now, and for as long as I can remember, I can only refer to her as She. 🙂

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