The Vaccine
I know I’ve caught a virus,
as I lay back and sweat;
‘Til all hours of the night
my pillows and sheets are wet;
From the slashes that I make
the cuts, the bloody streaks;
Or maybe it’s your soul,
racing down my cheeks;
I know that I’ve got a fever
my temperature has spiked
Honey, it’s been elevated
since I looked into your eyes;
Forced isolation,
committing slow suicide;
I need to hear your voice,
I need to feel your rhymes;
Come to me with open arms
let me taste your pulse;
Maybe mine will quicken,
a burn soothed by your touch;
Honey, you are the medicine
Break me so it stops hurting
Heal me? We can stop the spreading;
Our vibe is the answer;
You and I together are the vaccine.
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