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Fever Again

Fever by Peggy Lee

A wave of heat spreads,

across the parched land.

Perspiration beads,

from brow to head band.

When she comes into view,

almost as though planned,

with a fire that's ignited,

and continents spanned.

Once it reaches the kindling point,

bridging the gap between day and night,

fever engages our very soul,

brushstrokes of fire seeking a goal.

A welding of hearts and minds,

destined, so it seems…

A burning desire bursting,

searing at the seams.

Consuming all that is in its path,

without any judgment of good,

bad, or even, wrath.

For fever knows no bounds,

in its quest to consume.

Once it gets started,

it can't be marooned,

to a single world or room.

So the fever rages,

fiery, on and on,

we fiddle and fiddle,

like fawns in the dawn.

There will come a day,

when fire's at the door.

How will we handle it?

Will we settle the score?

Copyright 2018 © Ronald W. Hull

8/9/18

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