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that fever is crawling through my veins. slipping into the corners of my mouth, for an easy grin. lacing its way down my arms, my legs. and, once again im home. the fire is going...and i can smell bread...i close my eyes, still smiling, imagining your arms wrapped around me from behind. swaying a little...i reach out to steady myself. but you arnt real. you are just a shadow, on the edge of my reality. a force, without a face...a hope, a dream to keep me breathing. i am crouching down, and staring up, my skirts splayed in thanks...as you reach for me through the eyes of your fingertips..
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