A Fever by John Donne

I have a fever
the fever is you the lever
having popped
my brain out of its
normal ladle-strewn
situational
consciousness residue

now tossed and turned
turmoiled
girlish giggling laughter
the fair woman
ever-after
me
me after her
we together I hope so much
for it

my head and heart
yearn for it
burning ever-brightly
caressing I am not worthy
but surely
surely
it will be

if only for an hour
let me
be fever-ly