Fever.

If love could ever be so simple, we'd never have to worry.

You don't see me
that inside..
there is only fragility
that I am growing weaker yet

when you push me down
with that brute force

of your gentleness,

but when I cry..
it is inside this complicated heart
that I'm just yearning for more

for the strength and the warmth
that your arms envelop me within..

as the ecstasy crushes
my very soul

into highs and lows..

fervently
overwhelmingly so..
this love that I feel
is what sets me
into this disarray.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When love turn to fever. We are doomed. I like the drive and the energy of these words. Thank you Angeliki for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Angeliki Largatzis]

Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I enjoyed your work.