Her love for him had never been an act of will
she could no more control it
than anyone can always avoid becoming ill
nonetheless there was a thrill to it
that certain ‘tell me not to and I will do it’
it was wrong and she knew it
but couldn’t help herself.
At least with disease there might be a pill you can take
a syringe they can fill and empty into you.
Then you simply pay the bill and get better.
But this bug wouldn’t let her seek a remedy.
The thought of that chilled her.
She knew she would not let the doctors
remove this pain
would rather they killed her
like Romeo and Juliet.


gnosisonG
August 15, 2006