The fever

The fever

You put a match to me
I am burning with a love
Fire consuming every particle of soul
I cannot stop but fusillade in tiny baby stars
Each one containing molecule of longing

I crave your hands lassoing grip
The daring fingers bold enough to touch a cobra
The pain and tenderness imprinted in dark eyes
Illuminating candlelight is burning brightly
You incited wildness rooted deep inside
It thriving on the soil rich in passion
The passion and the fire are dead ringers
Meant to go together,starting the wildfire

I am burning with a love
The breath, the smell of you
Rouse the temperature to Sun's fever
The scalding fever is a gift ,the greatest one
I ever had ,go light another match arising fire even higher

by Margaret Gudkov
art by E.Mozyro