Feverish Dreams

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


The whispering chant echos so deeply
In the restless chambers of my mind,
"You're mine, mine, mine....."
Followed by sweet, hot memories;
Of dipping deep into the sultry pot
Blood heating to boiling
And overflowing with pleasure.
A symphony of thundering hearts;
A storm raging round us.

Like the dreams of one possessed,
The memory spins round and round,
Feeling the rapturous splendor
Of the warmth you deliver,
Intense and so devinely whole,
Over and over again
Almost too real, and alive.
The pulse of unnamed emotions;
Matching the beat of muted cries.


Feverish movements of memories,
Hot, too hot to be still,
And as you wrap yourself around me,
Devouring me with your body,
Filling me with your presence;
I come suddenly awake,
To find myself entangled in but a dream.
Feeling the empty space at my side;
And the lingering ache of a memory.