I have looked in your eyes and seen your soul.
The cover up
I have felt lifetimes pour out of your mouth.
I have seen the story of existence through your tongue.
You weren’t, in control, then
You couldn’t, fight me, off
I’ve been labeled an infection with no cure.
And maybe, more, than a piece of you
doesn’t enjoy my affliction.
Not the love
Not the passion
Not the me
I have swam, in your soul, too long,
Here I am
wading naked in this pool.
Drain the water
Dress me up
Take the cure