GOLD TIME FEVER.

I dream in startling silvers and glittering golds

and deep in every bejeweled breath

I find that I'll stand behind every counter

to pay the price for whatever it is

you choose to sell.

I don't want to dream about you

I don't want to miss the way 

there was ice in your veins

and on your wrist.

I dont want to measure my worth

between each tick of a diamond watch ; 

yet there is no sweeter metronome.

Even if we both stood 

at the borderline between grey and glamor, 

we would be unable to compare the measure

of love and greed.

We'd feel the rush of chaos

through narrowed eyes and moonlit breaths.

I don't think I want to love you.

But I dont see any other choice.

You are the glimmering poison in my veins,

the hundred degree fever I never want to break,

and the toxic gem of every colour.

Author's Note

I dont really know what this is. Its something.

Reviews

[willweb]

It's definitely something...
"I don't think I want to love you.
But I dont see any other choice."
Those two lines alone are definitely something and something that grabbed me and shook me and said...listen, these words echo down those long corridors of your mind. Take heed, for it does happen this way.
Really, really cool.

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is never fair, love is never kind.
"You are the glimmering poison in my veins,
the hundred degree fever I never want to break,
and the toxic gem of every colour"
The above lines are so true. We want what we shouldn't have. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I liked the feel of need and want in the words.
Coyote