Galaxies in her mind
Constellations in her eyes
Shooting stars
Fell from the lashes

All caught up in autumn's breeze
Rosy pink blossoms along her cheeks
She’s feverish

Bare feet, cold against the pavement
Face framed by undone waves and
She’s feverish

Hair down to her hips
Her hands in fists
She’s feverish

And that fever is you

You left love notes
Written along my ribcage
You said the spaces
Made perfect lines for poetry
My skin still remembers
Even after I washed you off