Cool Fever
This fever starts without chill:
it does not sneeze, cough,
nor are there shivers, shakes.
Drink, tablet, witchdoctor all powerless
against this most intangible malady.
It hovers like butterflies,
wings dancing. Floating air
weighed down in heartbeats,
expectant. A dull ache.
Fatigue from guessing,
rash by touch.
Love is catching -
this forever
fever untreatable.
Yours.
Copyright © Thomas Harrison | Year Posted 2020
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