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11/19/2008

99.5 and Rising

An intoxicating halo in my vision—
The almost sickly assurance of truth.

I am fevered. So fevered in you.

Time fluctuates and undulates
In a manner I’m not sure I understand

Sometimes I feel my mind floating
Rippling the surface of reason--
Yet each expanding ringlet
Confesses I am not mindless

You shocked me into swift submission
Which I farcically attempt to justify
But my heart appeases my scruples
Like a hypnotic I am drawn

Chills like a cold sweat crawling—
I catch your coal-fire gaze

I am fevered. So fevered in you.

If true love is a spark in the air
You’ve electrified every sense I know

11/19/08