Only if we could inject anti-biotics against feelings

-her full
and
longing lips

-her thighs
that bring me
deep into
a mischief
so raw
and sweet

-every
granular
part of her
tasted
like
fresh,
pure
cane sugar

-she was
unhealthy
for my heart
but,

my
throbbing
sweet tooth
no longer
heeds the
warning

-death
couldn't be,

any
sweeter

the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona

Saving
Lives
Economy
And
The strife