Hyperthyroidism

The butterfly in her throat went doolally

jamming her thermostat on maximum

boiling her body fat away so I slept next to a

sizzling skeleton with a libido like a

nuclear reactor in meltdown which

neither I nor her toys nor

all of us in unison could assuage and I

worried my heart out for her but

once she was well again I was

shamefully nostalgic for the

sharp poke of her pelvis and that

auto-da-fe on the

griddle of her loins.