fever - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

I walked across the park to the fever monument
It was in the center of a glass square surrounded by red flowers and fountains
The monument was in the shape of a sea horse and the plaque
We got hot and died

From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft
And to the hollow minute of the womb,
From the unfolding to the scissored caul,
The time for breast and the green apron