Dilantha Gunawardana

Sweet Fever Of Love - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

Tempestuous warmth
Swinging like a pendulum
Underneath her sheath of skin
Kindled by St Elmo’s fire
Inflamed by her voluminous desire
Her charitable curves a vestal furnace
Fueled by her vivacious presence
As every impulsive exploit is a conglomerate
Of a million twitching muscles
Even her lust for life blazes like a bushfire
Within virgin thickets of cardiac fibers
She is but a mortal - a descendent of Prometheus
Yearning to blaze another’s cauldron
With a tinge of fire from her febrile hearth
To infect her destined soul mate
With the sweet fever of love

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013

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