What is it about you, <br />explosions in my head, <br />a fever I can never shake? <br /> <br />The sun rises beneath psychedelic rainbows <br />whenever you're around, and my blood <br />begins to slowly boil, overheating my brain <br />and cooking me from the inside out. <br /> <br />Then at times reality sets in; cold logic rules supreme, <br />and I know without a doubt that I’m going to be fine. <br />In fact, you have no more influence over me <br />than that of any other mortal. <br /> <br />And just when I'm feeling <br />comfortably numb and realize <br />in my heart of hearts <br />that I'm free of you at last, <br />my temperature spikes, <br />(at the mere thought of you) , <br />and there is no one <br />to cool my feverish brow.<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-to-cool-my-feverish-brow-revised/
