Sickness

your body was faintly sour
the skin between your shoulders.... irritable and tasting of salt
wrapped in cold, cold sweat
trembling

trembling

ever

so

slightly

your hand reaching for the thermometer
impatience throbbing in your throat
where the hell is it!
The light reflecting off the foil-wrapped tablets
white, bitter
head thrown back, your eyes closing as you swallow
my hand resting on the motion of your throat


sleep now
I think I sat and smoothed the blotchiness
Out of your dreams...