flush of fever
with cheeks on fire
eyelashes tear-wet
as she looks up
time rolls back
to past times
when dreaded tooth
pushed through tiny gum
and weary mum
held and rocked
and stroked hot skin
soothed and sang
with calpol and cuddles
and carried her off to bed

Feverish Nonsense

I feel a little feverish
(both metaphor and physical)
There’s a flush on my cheeks
(and a pain in my ear)

And I’m thinking about thinking about you
(An entirely different kind of you)
And I’m thinking I should be thinking about work

Though my mind wanders
And begins its ponders

On topics of distance
(slightly exaggerated)
Numbers and equations
(known and imaginated)

And I’m making up words now
Just to get a rhyme
And I’m making no sense now
But really what’s new?
And I’m wishing for a pub now
And a nice long pint
Where we could just sit now
Just me and you