Sunday, July 31, 2011

Fever

Creature of the trees,
you lured me
from the trail --
I lagged, heard you
thump your chest
and jumped
into the wild.

I wanted dark heat,
rhythms, breaks,
a sound, to breathe
the jungle,
nostrils full out,
senses freed.

A generation
of flocked commands
grew dim with flight --
shrieking birds,
cacophonous caws.

Because of you,
I am no longer meek.

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