I was ill with a fever.
"Redundant!" thundered Professor Ragbone. "Repetitious! Needless!"
I was well with a fever.
So well, that I kissed her again, until I no longer needed air, or thoughts, or recompense--
Only her, until the seed became a strawberry,
And she told me her name,
Swimming in sugar,
Poured over my melting bones as if they were rich with cream and sweetness and desire.
"Hyperbole!" grumbled Ragbone, pacing. "Hackneyed. Derivative!"
Is sister to thirst.
Either breaks or transforms.
Does as it pleases.