It was injected by her words in my ears
When it hits my inner ear-membranes
It made her voice sweet.
Instead of showing confusion
I smiled.
When she talks instead I wasn’t listening,
I was studying her in and out
Top to bottom.
I think I went stupid for second.
Oh thanks God
It was only a second.
I felt naked, with no word to dress me.
With more vigor heating me
I alleged in Sara’s words.
I felt like making love to her in just one word.
Yet I had no dictionary in my medulla.
She was saved.
As the great pressure of the virus
Hit my medulla,
I went mad for second.
Still I thanked God,
It was only a second
My whole body thawed and felt to see a doc.
My legs paralyzed,
My hands longing to touch her.
I went blank in my head.
If there was a dictionary pill,
I’d take more than prescribed.
Please any engine capacitated doctor?
I can’t share a night without her disrupting image.
I can’t see clearly in a book.
She is a belle ghost
Everywhere I am she’s there
I want antivirus, I want a scanner
She infected me to be obsessed with her
mr.nice
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