Fever Dream

Your body is a fierce message
poised and waiting
for the tip of my tongue
to trip ove
r and tie in knots -
slipping words like silken cords,
twisting meaning until
it is rough hewn and dangerous,
and jolts the night awake beneath me.
You know the letters -
they spill from your lips
and feed my impudent dreams
and haunt my skin,
where you creep like fever
along my chest
, making your way
down my thighs
, pinioned like dark stars
under the sweet weight
of your whispers.