Fever

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.