Fever Dream

Hot skin all aglow
Heightened sensation
As if in a fever dream
Each blow draws me out
Farther from the shadows
Each bruise a treasure
Inked on a sprawling map
He can read my shorthand
When I lose my language
Cool hands trace a journey
From ivory to rose tinted satin
Tongue caged by pleasure
As the crisis dampens my thighs
Deafened by colours
Smothered by scents
Raspberries and licorice
Sing lydian scales to temper me
And my frantic heartstrings