Suddenly in summer on a dusty path <br />a fever takes me, and I see your face <br />again in the sweltering heat of blue-draped mountains; <br />or under smoky skies that clutch my throat <br />you smile once more, I struggle to press on: <br />choking, I seek your shadow among the trees that burn, <br />that blaze infernal in consuming tongues of fire, <br />that crash in blackened ruin all around. <br /> <br />What does it matter if I live or die? <br />red and black, red and black are the colours of my true love’s eyes, <br />wild are her features, seared and branded with the flame; <br />burned and broken on the landscape lie the letters of her name. <br /> <br />Come, burn away my body, let me dance with a mad joy <br />on the devastated gardens, in the fire that will destroy.<br /><br />Rory Hudson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fever-2/
