Fever Poem by Maya Hanson

Tell me if you're coming by,
passing within a mile or a hundred
I'll turn like a magnet
to your scent but I can't show it
Let me plant my feet on the ground
so I don't fly away

I use your silhouette as
a guide to keep me on track
but not because you're a
guardian angel,
just because I don't want to
collapse back in your arms

But then I fall apart
and even though you're gone
it seems I've let you down again

My happiness is a high fever that will break
I can see it in your eyes
you're waiting for it to disappear
so you can stop standing at my bedside
pretending to sing me to sleep and
as soon as I'm unconscious
switching to the devil's anthem

My weight is a package you can't carry
I try to recruit you a whole team to hold it
but darling, you just smile and shrink in your seat

My love is a flower that won't bloom
it grows to the corner away from the light
and darling, you're there shading the whole garden

My happiness is a high fever that will break
I toss and turn and then come down
and darling, you're there gladly holding the thermometer.