She passed me her disease
& I have yet to find a cure.

It is not impure,
it makes me feel heightened,
sacred beyond my wildest imaginations,
a warm glow singes my lips,
it makes my hips twinge with desire.

I have a yearning,
a need
to seed her
with my heart
that’s on fire with her disease.

She passed me her disease
& I have yet to find a cure.