The fever took her - quietly, suddenly.
One moment she was lying still,
the next her blood had been boiled and her hair was burning
so that there was a constant glow about her face.
In moments like these,
where her body and her brain were two separate entities,
she could think only of the way her skin joined
in perfect harmony
behind her ears.
Sing to me.
Even if your voice is raspy,
And you can not sing,
Love me enough to sing to me,
In the dark,
As you take my hand,
And lead me into your arms.
Sing to me your favorite song,
Or of the fears that plagued you when you were young.
I will memorize the melody,
As I listen to the vibrations,
That your vocal chords conjure up,
As I lean my head against your chest.
Let your insecurities lay at my feet,
And sing to me.
And if you can’t bring yourself to do so,
I’m willing to listen to you hum.
you told me I could tell you anything.
and from my tongue slipped chaos.
broken consonants, faulty vowels, damaged syllables.
from my heart slipped shattered feelings that cradled every word that was to be delivered to your sensitive ears.
I spoke unto you everything that was hidden.
I brought them back to life and served them to you on a platter so silver you can see my innocence fading from your eyes looking back at you as you stared in it.
and from my soul slipped trust.
and into your hands it entered.
and then I was safe.
you may not have understood.
but you listened.
and that was more than I could do for myself.