Underdogs and Tidal Waves

Southside of Mellow
2008-05-14 14:36:35 (UTC)

Slow Melting Fever

Whenever I get off the phone with him I'm left with this
disgusted feeling I can't shake. I don't know what it is.

My eyes gather elsewhere.
One more throe to tangle.
With a name that I don't even know.
A stare that stings.
The air is thick and heavy with addiction.
Strange sensations
Languid feelings
Eyes that reveal that the body's been knocked off its axis
Reeling, veering, steer the course of least destruction
A smile that cuts like a warm knife
Eyes that can mount the ocean
I see fire in their midst
when the moon has devoured the blazing sun whole
The roaring heat of the summer can be smelt even at the dead
of night in the balmy air, where those eyes have pierced.
Untiring, this slow-melting fever never ceases...




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