2:39am

Spare me a little time just now,
Cause I'm in a mood,

And I need the glare of moonlight

Cascaded off your caramel skin.

Some kind of fever- has to be that.

No other way to explain

The process of warm blood rushing

Everywhere instantly. Insanity.

I am no doctor. I do not deduce

What is or isn't advised.

I only know it to be some kind

Of condition. One where I feel

As green things when the sun goes.

And your environment is wild;

Steam and midnight smoke risen

From the leaking thoughts I cannot control.

I contain it long and much. It aches

Somewhere deep and heady, 

And to be isolated with your presence...

I fear what I may attempt

In my condition.

In my mood. A fever, deeper

And deeper, driving this madness.

Fertile terrain I cannot traverse.