Love Sick

byNeonurotic©

Droplets in aerosols of couple speak,
public display of our affection
injects a virus of adore. I sweat
the fever while my immunity
surrenders, easily, most willingly.

Better than something common
one night or a seasonal fling,
simply avoided with missed calls
and voice mail. It is a commitment,
a mutant really, there is no real protection.

She is the pathogen that sickens
me with her kiss and touch
she overwhelms me, binding so intimately.
The diagnosis last longer than lust,
it's love and time makes it stronger.

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