I’m feverish with anxiety
Feverish over you!
I feel it most
In the pit of my stomach
Where there is a ball of fire
I’m practically exhaling flames
Puffs of smoke
Spew from my nostrils
I am a dragon
I’m crouching, shaking
In the foyer
Of my dungeon
You will arrive here soon
How will I not kill you
With my breath when I say
Hello to you?
How will I not eat you
When I get hungry?
It is so my nature.
I am feverish
With worry
I am a great danger
To you
And you
Are about to
Arrive here soon
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MAMA BIRD 
I LOVE it !
Léa
I really like your recently published poem too, Lea. Hey guys! Check out leamuse, she’s an awesome poet from France. I think you will find her short and sweet poems refreshing. http://poetryphotosandmusingsohmy.wordpress.com/
You are so sweet. Thanks for the plug. Hopefully soon I shall be returning your kindness soon.
Léa
You’re welcome. It all true Lea! Keep it up!
Amazing write… I know the feeling !
Thank you Mr. Watson! Thanks for visiting my poetry blog 🙂
I can’t help but remember a couple of years ago when I ran into you at a second hand store in the book section, referring to you as “Lasca” to Martha I believe, when a volume of Romantic Poetry I had in my hand fell open to a poem by John Keats, La Belle Dame sans Merci. I memorized the poem, warily.