Feverish Nonsense

I feel a little feverish (both metaphor and physical) There’s a flush on my cheeks (and a pain in my ear) And I’m thinking about thinking about you (An entirely different kind of you) And I’m thinking I should be thinking about work Though my mind wanders And begins its ponders On topics of distance…… Continue reading Feverish Nonsense


Reluctant to sweep them away The cobwebs build in corners What if there’s a spider there Holding her breath Waiting to feel a vibration Back along the threads Even though she knows He’s far away down many Interconnecting lines of silk I’ll let them stay Encouraging the spider romance Hoping they haven’t lost their appetite…… Continue reading Cobwebs