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Fever, High
One little kiss
from you, like
electricity or
boiling inside/
outside: when
you even gaze at
me, woman, I get
a fever. There
is not anything
to doubt about:
because the
sky turns, turns
many shades of blue:
that must be you.
from you, like
electricity or
boiling inside/
outside: when
you even gaze at
me, woman, I get
a fever. There
is not anything
to doubt about:
because the
sky turns, turns
many shades of blue:
that must be you.
Published 31st May 2013
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31st May 2013 4:12pm
Who is this woman? Does she know about your beautiful poetry? Your poems are simply sweet in this complex shade of my twisted reality. Thank you.
PS
Wayne state not so bad, was at the Bronx bar last night :)
PS
Wayne state not so bad, was at the Bronx bar last night :)
4th Jun 2013 4:55pm
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4th Jun 2013 4:53pm
1st Jun 2013 9:20am
the second half-the sky turning blue & the first jolting half of her kiss and gaze...beautifully correlated! an intense pen by you marcella, thanxx fr the read!
1st Jun 2013 3:09pm
Thank you, Uma, fellow poet. It's always nice hearing from you and if you like a poem of mine the entire multiverse must. Thanks again.
