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-for too long,
Here I am
wading naked in this pool.
Drain the water
Dress me up
Take the cure