Fury  

there is fever in me
deeper than the rivers
the oceans.
it's seeping through every pore
forcing my sweat onto concrete
forcing my lungs onto ribcage
forcing me to squint
and struggle.

the gentle coo of pigeons
is lulling me into
this sun setting
their greasy feathers
glaring upward.

i can't seem to get past this point
i can't seem to get past -
this.
it's like i'm
breathing in sand -
caught in the quick of it.

if i could just pack up my books and pens
and get out of the foreground,
i could stop for a minute
and remember the softness of petals;
the sultry new moon;
the feeling of skin - on skin.

i could remember the settled feeling
of you -
and me -
in this place
when i could feel the waters of my heart
in every artery and vein.

if i could just
walk myself numb of this
maybe walk myself over to your place
and show you
show you -
that this is me...
I'm still here.

and there is a fire;
there is a fire in me.

© 2007 Victoria Rohac