Love and Ilness

Love and Illness

They are one

Infected am I

And I wish to stay in its

Deprivation-inspired bodyaches

Or erotic headaches

 

The fever of my insides does not match

The throbbing heat of your accessories

Your fingers are not long enough

To pull the cough from my throat

Or the slimy layer that lines it

 

The spittle that accumulates

On the tip of your

Cracked lips

Or

The liquid that streams

From either of our breathing-holes

 

It is with ferverous glory that I

Top up on my vitamins

To keep us well.

It seems to make you happy

Or give you release

From month long incubations

Of being alone.

 

And my excitable sneezes

Bring me to conquer your lap

To keep you warm and moisturised,

Climaxing in the extreme delight

With which we are both cured