Fever Dream

Dance the Fever Dream,

Hot like only Fire can be,

Hips sway, a Cosmic Beat,

Sing the Song of my Defeat.

Trapped in the Fever Dance,

Sweat beads, Fires prance,

She immolates me

With nary a glance,

And Dances her Fever Dream.

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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