I am completely infected with you,
Symptoms about my body through and through.
Gasping for air when I look in your eyes,
Lungs needing the oxygen of your smile.
I want to wash my hands all over you,
Slather you in my sanitizer too.
Four feet not apart, but entwined as one,
Moving to a dance while creating a song.
I need to be alone with you,
My unwashed thoughts are coming through.
Supernatural remedy you are to me,
The dosage injected precisely.
Doctor’s orders we must follow,
Plenty of bedrest and take it slow.
Your ventilator will help me to breathe,
It’s just the inoculation that I need.
Here’s a fun fact I’ll share with you,
My bacteria like your bacteria too.
Staphylococcus epidermidis we’re covered in,
Are the only things getting between our skin.
Sandra C. Bradley is a Source reader who loves to explore the power of words, the pits of an avocado and the peacefulness of nature.
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