My Fevered Sky (Poem with Audio) in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

And sometimes the inspiration comes from the echoes of angels from memories made and hard wishes for them to forever color the sky..

“My Fevered Sky”

There’s a picture on my wall
And it holds within it
The very sharpest part
Of everything you meant to me
And how it could not help but fall

There’s a book on my shelf
And if you turn back the pages
They are creased and stained
With hours and grains
Threaded whimsy
Of sweet memories
Your crafted mastery
By starlight dedication
A moonlight surprise
That reveals the spine of you
A steely winter cord
Of such true grit
Deviant wile
Belying a soft-weather heart
That achingly strums for
’Won’t you hold me’
Whispers in the dark

Splinters exist
You and I
As we once were
As we are tonight
Hopeless, yet
Still a thread
So intertwined
Within the fishnet of you
Within the cobweb of I

You still burn me
A needle and a vein
A scar and a heart
Embrace the addiction
Fight the light
Know the truth
And that truth is
You’ve always been
My favorite fix
My fevered sky

Beneath your hardcover
Lies a makeup artist
Without disguise
Still, I fall asleep
Picturing
Your fall-for-me-first
Soul-shiver smiles

© Brian Milici
December 22, 2015

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Last updated December 23, 2015