The Fever
I love to watch you
when you don't know I'm there.
I stood outside the glass,
wet and dripping from the rain.
I envied your dryness.
I envied that smile on your face,
for I was not the cause.
I watch how Time encircles
that handsome expression,
it clings like mysterious moss
upon a surface.
I long for that slippery, green
smoothness
you call your Love.
I'm starting to get the chills,
I'm sure I have a fever.
My blood boils,
but I cannot tell if it's physical,
or the workings of my
imagination.
You're worth the fever,
standing here,
alone,
the rain does not hamper
my curiosity.
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