Fever

What distracted you,

Leaving your lover’s side,

Unfinished and only just full grown,

To bring you here to me.

Your hand, still warm,

From encircling him,

Tests for heat on my brow,

Then cools in company with my own.

Your lips, red lines smudged,

From encircling him,

Brush my blue-edged gaping mouth,

Leaving no trace of your love.

 

Was it my consumptive cough,

Or the fever that penetrated

The wall between us,

That pricked your guilt to action.

Did he protest your divided attention,

Separating enthusiasm from lust,

In favour of burdensome duty,

Leaving no trace of your heat.

Do you long for the return,

As I long for our history,

So your body can encircle him,

As your love once encircled me.

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Robert Mann

Mon 22nd Jan 2018 20:59

David - thanks for the generous comments, and for reading and re-reading this piece. I think even that will lead to changes of mind on meaning within the individual concerned, which is the whole point isn't it?
Rob

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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 22nd Jan 2018 20:38

Having visited this several times Rob I very much like it. I agree with your attitude toward interpretation. We set our scribbles free to permeate the minds of others however they choose.

I believe there are different types of love, that of duty and blood and that which is more rare and sought after. I think I'll leave it there as the list is probably endless and variable.

Lovely stuff Rob.

David.

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Robert Mann

Mon 22nd Jan 2018 19:51

Colin - I'm sure, when we write, that we have a fixed perspective, but words have that precious quality of multitudinous interpretation. Pair that with the human imagination and the possibilities are endless. Glad you liked it mate.
Rob

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Mon 22nd Jan 2018 19:44

'once I hit the enter button, the interpretation of meaning becomes the reader's' - I totally agree Rob. Fine poem as always. Thanks, Colin.

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Robert Mann

Mon 22nd Jan 2018 19:43

Ray - Like I said to Keith; it is what the reader thinks it is.
I'm glad you liked it.
Rob

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raypool

Mon 22nd Jan 2018 16:53

I feel as if I understand this Rob: the return of a loved one from a different motive to garner sympathy or comfort instead of the original feelings that draw us together; a sort of longing. Well expressed indeed if i'm right.

Ray

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Robert Mann

Sun 21st Jan 2018 22:49

Keith - once I hit the enter button, the interpretation of meaning becomes the reader's, however I can say that the title has at least dual perspective (delirium or passion).
Desmond - Thanks very much for the comment and the like.
Rob

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 21st Jan 2018 18:35

Powerful poem, full of strong emotions. Really good.



All the best des

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keith jeffries

Sun 21st Jan 2018 18:29

Rob, Thank you for this poem which intrigues me more for its content. Yet the style in which it is written is full of deep thought. I keep reading it only to draw different conclusions. The last two lines I find strangely problematic. Thank you again. Keith

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