| i almost decide to roll away from your oven body sweat dripping down your back despite the cool breeze lapping through our window almost then adjust the pillow and spoon into the fever with you allowing you to rise up out of your dreams into a mumbled reality to tell me that the house is burning and that you can't seem to put it out bedfore drifting back into the rancid eye metaphor for something that must feel true to affect the body as lucidly as this nightmare switches on your sweat copyright L Greeff 2004 |