if love is like a plague
then this disease is a blessing,
inflicting pain and torment
on a body fit for distress,
if love is eternal
then its lack is pure damnation,
a twisting of the scalpel
in a heart full of duress.
if I contract your love
and it runs rife in my body
a virus, or bacteria that rewrites every cell
then, you are my salvation
as the sickness in me is growing
with every gentle kiss and every meaningful caress.