Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Your febrile mind
Casts back to a former love
(If any love is past),
Recalling when you held her
Churning under you like the sea
With waves that shook you
As you would shake later,
Even now, from extinguished waves
(If any wave is ended)
In the roiling ocean of lust.

1 comment:

  1. I love the cyclical thoughts here, I wonder if feverish thoughts come about because you think the illness will never end? (If any fever is over).