I awoke at dawn, with
a body covered in sweat,
cotton and Night clinging to my
electric, syncopating skin.
The Green from a bottle
splashed through the room
because of the new Sun
coming through the window.
No one could see what
I saw, Green and Sweat
sinking into sheets as I tried
to sway back to sleep.
This fever was lustful, not
viral, and so I breathed
quietly, allowing preserved
memories to dictate the day.
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