i am shipwrecked fever;
kerosene sleep,
& she is denied oxygen.
i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.
but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
g.
YOU ARE READING
Fire in the Blood
PoetryThere is a fire in your blood, my dear,—not even a thousand kisses deep could extinguish. One caress of golden flames will scorched the prints of many a frostbitten future.
