A Virus that Kills

Flushed cheeks and labored breathing,
pulse beating and pounding like crazy.
The noise of the crowd is receding,
hearing nothing but you speaking.
Trembling hands and weakened knees,
what madness is this, can you tell me please?
My mind's thoughts are all quiet and still,
cold as ice like last year's winter's chill.
I am tempted to reach out and kiss
those lips of yours to taste real bliss.
But perhaps this is just a prelude to a dream,
where things may not be what they seem.
Or a deadly virus that is spreading inside me,
and one that I won't do anything but leave it be.

-eamarifosque 042513-

Temporary Madness

The walls are weeping for I can see the paint slowly
peeling,
like tears coursing down on cheeks gone unnoticed,
by a heart left without warning.
Succumbing to the cries of a lost human being.

The windows are already cracking under the strain,
of strong winds and the peppering of hale,
like the swirling confusion enveloping a mind,
burdened with sadness, despair and everything in
between.

This temporary madness can be wicked, true.
But won't last for long even when I'm without you.
With a snap of my fingers and blink of an eye,
my heart will beat and find someone else to love.




-eamarifosque 040613-