fever

I crossed a mad sea,

in an infinite wait,

to kiss your hot forehead,

and fatigue the Fates.

 

Screams and agonizing

fade into a sheen;

I struggle to cipher

what life and death mean.

7 Comments

  1. Your use of “cipher” here is the pivot for me on this one. Wonder how many readers interpreted “decipher” here instead? 😉 —Chagall

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