fever – C & K

A Fever

Lost in the fever for days
as the fever breaks
I hear thunder and smell rain
dewy skin no more
feet set out to find the fan

Breathe moving in front of you as you listen to 3 am darkness.

Fingers move the holy places only two people know well.

Bodies touch throughout a thousand fever nights.

Feet and hands become alive as they curl, twirl, and shudder.

Beating hearts tell all of those secrets hidden from plain sight.

Feeling conflicting emotions as we lay unspoken words to rest.

The dance floor.

A fever burning the timber,

the floor is perspiring fire vigorously.