rape

My Infection

Staring at the fan turn in a motion that my life resembles, I begin to think while my body trembles. I start to hallucinate of a touch of air, which enters my soul and rapes my heart, in a way that is consensual. Ashamed of my encounter, I begin to bury myself under the skin that covers my emotions. I start to swim in an ocean of insecurity while drowning in a sea of me.  Blinded by it all, these tears clear my view of life. I begin to realize, I’m infected with the thought of you. I’m infected by your beauty, your being. I’m infected by your soft touch, your elegant skin. I’m infected by your fragrance that hypnotizes my senses with gorgeousness. I refuse to find a cure from this infection that has weakened my emotions.  Although weak and vulnerable, I smile at the thought of you. I smile because I call you my love…