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103.2°F/ 39.55°C  
 
With me full drenched in my sick bed,  
He murmurs, filled with a deep dread.  
And cradles my head in his lap  
As I still shake in fever’s trap.  
 
Then weeping he descends in tears.  
But all the same, I am still here,  
I’ve battled hard between the years  
I haven’t much time left, I fear.  
 
But I am here a while I trust,  
I need my faith in Christ, I must.  
When things are bad the way is hard,  
We walk and bleed as many scars.  
 
My mental wanderings in place  
See this much distance and its grace.  
And his express when he’s inclined  
"Will she live life far past my time?”  
 
Inside this, my delirium,  
The truth beneath the catacombs.  
Reflected silent dreams entwined,  
We leave the future past behind.  
 
 
99.8°F/ 37.66°C  
 
Exhausted undertaker’s reap,  
Betwixt the hills and valleys creep.  
This Sabine’s rape and virus fades,  
By lesser pins in steps and grades.  
 
As sleep has still denied us rest,  
Thus near apart, I bless’ed fall.  
To find release by aspen shade  
Assuring in its beck and call.  
 
 
97.9°F/ 36.61°C  
 
The lunar quarter wane has set.  
I wake up in the dark and yet  
I’m startled by the rushing wind,  
I sudden hear him breathing in.  
 
Returned, he’s had a basin bath,  
Is naked, fresh and slightly damp.  
The springs creak with me in the bed,  
We drift just as the dawn turns red.  
 
 
 
 
 
Word count:  232 (not including title & subtitles)    
Missing vowel:  “O”