My night of sickness ended with a murmur....
A reign of illness, followed by the cold....
Dry eyelids closed, to aid ensuing darkness....
Propel the sleep into my weary soul....
Alone in silence, waiting, as the demons....
Projected tiny shivers through my spine....
The curse of chills gave way to spastic fever....
Erasing deeper thoughts, when you were mine....
Though memories fade, the rush of cooling waters....
Encompassed fevers, chills, so none could seep....
The trampling of the hooves of mighty bison....
Began to fade into a welcomed sleep....
As darkness closed, a tiny click bestirred me....
To once again awake in tortured fear....
The pain in life, as in the dream, subsided....
When you, in such a form, should thus appear....
Your body glowed with tinsel of the lover....
Small shower droplets clinging to your skin....
As though awakened from a peaceful slumber....
My strength began to form so deep within....
And lovers love as do no other people....
When body strength begins to form anew....
‘Tho others treat their sickness with prescriptions....
My remedy for life – is loving you....
