sway

i want to be the hand on your forehead,
transmuting pleasant images through the semipermeable layers of epidermis
keeping me from touching you where i want to most,

to push without moving your sickness so it sweeps through you
and runs frightened out the soles of your feet–

instead i am your fever
and the sweat you soak your sheets in has done nothing to cool me down

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