my loving eyes blues

never care how much I love you
fever garbles what I feel
for you baby
lips on mine
in my mind
whisper honey soothing tears
sand salt and seething eyes
blink a dry cathartic wail
muted empty desert-well
mirrorbrittle fantasy
shards
glinting darkly
shattering reality
cut through to the roots of air
bleed a black flow flooding
technicolor tulip fields
no-one's been to in a year
haunted tender places
blind staring faces
burn unblinking tearless fear
fever is a vision baby
fever garbles what I feel

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