May 11, 2017 Fever Dream By tlryder ¶ Posted in poetry ¶ Tagged bad poetry, mystery school ¶ Leave a comment You came into the in-between Your eyes alight with the holy fire You lifted up the sacred bread and the chalice of living wine. As your hands spun the magic Your gaze caught mine. Without a word you said: “I dare you.” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related