Fever Dreams

On cream linens she lays all night

The end of summer heat heavy

A moment ripened for fever dreams

Windows open and tucked tight

With the moon hung above

Keeping guard for her sun king

The clocks churn well past midnight

Oh sweet reunion, she longs for

Fingertips to flesh to mouth to lotus

She feels him, though ever so slight

Pressing into gentle petals until

She cascades and falls far apart

Whispering his name with delight