Hoots and howls

Lay you down
On my fever bed
And things will never be
The same again,

You put your head on my
Chilli-pillow
And sweat
Colour beads
Out of your pores.

While you dream
I'll drain you dry
And when you wake up
In your febrile fright,
You wake alone
Without ever learning
These lessons.

You swore you wouldn't but
You came running back
With a dirty need for the same fix
Only to find the same trail
Of broken hearts and
Dull echoes
To follow,

You're weak and delirious,
Thinking the sunshine
Is my hair –
You'll try to find me
Every summer
But I'll always be
Else
Where.