Anarchy Of The Most Blissful Kind Poem by Millie Fraser

As the day gets hotter and the hours longer
And my mind had wandered into the farthest reaches of my consciousness,
The sickly hands of boredom twists its fingers around my wrists,
And it is far too easy to succumb to it's soft caress.
But the beast named desire breathes fire across my skin,
It races through my body,
With flames that lick my bones
And all that I hold within.
I will run anywhere,
I will shake the dust from the trees and rid myself of this slumber.
I will awake in a vortex of maddening confusion,
That pushes and stretches as I revel in the thunder.