waking up in the dead of the night,
with a parched throat, running a hot fever,
can be fun,
as i discovered last night.
take a long draught from the jar
snuggle inside the blanket,
and let me let my jaws
hang free, just the right way.
as i shiver,
the molars chatter with a bass note;
the other teeth have different notes,
according to the make in each case.
each breath turns into a celebration.
two beats now, three beats next,
then a rumble beat as the drumsticks fly.
and in the background,
a voilin's soulful music,
over the aching strings of my body...
i didn't want the dawn to come.