The only time I can’t forget you
Is in my drawn out fever dreams.
Half human, half animal,
You draw me in
Like an “Alice in Wonderland” character that shifts
With the night.
The memory of you is an enchantment.
And still, you breathe lies down my neck
Like wind that blows through sagging cemetery trees
And I believe them.
Your hands are made of the softest stone
A skin-like entity that pulls me underwater.
And, I admit, I succumb to your madness
I’m not weak enough to let you ravage me.
Fever dreams swirl through your watery haze,
Where you drink them in like sweet wine
While I struggle to play this game
For the rest
There is a winner and a loser.
I will not lose
There are rules.
I will not lose.
Fever dreams are neverending torture games
In which I remember
There’s a winner and a loser.
I’ve tried to forget.