Sunday, March 16, 2008

BESIDE A BED OF FEVER

She came up to meet me
When I was down with fever.

In my bed of fever
Like a bud of fragrance
She sat.

Ever so gently her palms cool and caring
Touched my throbbing temples.

As the cool of her palm seeped into
The heat of my temples
I closed my eyes
And drank in the warmth of her care.

In the air love flapped its wings
And the silence in the room began to sing.

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