This fever of a love
burns on the surface of my flesh
A virus within me
is your soothing voice,
Tugging me in
without effort, without excursion
Did you ever have
good intentions?
I wonder as I lie between these sheets
pulse racing, cutis peeling away
Afire, afire
as I burst into my vehement conflagration
Nothing spared
as my existence ceases
cremation complete
Enshrine me
Worship me
as the Being of No Limits
Perish at my feet
and hope beyond your wildest desires
I will forgive you -
For denying me my wings
For caging this individual
who wanted nothing more than flight
My exodus, my lam
inspired by this noxious fever
this baneful lust
For my broiling blood
was bled for you, my darling
regardless of whether
it was warranted
or not.