Author's Commentary
I don't usually write this kind of romancey stuff...
But....eh
A girl.
I’ve been crumpled here,
avoiding the flat line.
My condition’s severe,
nothing but malign,
my vital signs decline.
And you step in,
a new medicine.
My sight is bleak,
my blood’s hardly flowing,
my bones are shattered
and my flesh is tattered.
But I feel I’m undergoing
a new treatment when you speak
to me.
I start to see
things clearer
when you come nearer.
Finding cure in your word;
geniality shown,
and the meanings obscured.
In ligament and bone,
I feel stronger,
made to last longer.
My pains are killed,
I feel a new vibration
as you’re rebuild
my foundation.
When you catch my gaze,
and when you smile
in my direction,
I feel my levels raise,
and my feelings rile;
It is my resurrection.
You get my hearth thumping,
and it sustains,
my blood starts pumping
through collapsed veins.
As my senses whet,
I feel, again, animate.
These feelings you’re giving
are keeping me living.
Taking me to the threshold,
making my flesh bold.
Give me a newer skin,
take my body beyond
where it’s been,
and making me fond
of the drug that is you,
that’s pulling me through.
Woman, you revive me,
excite me, drive me,
take me to new places
with your graces.
Your company’s a treatment
that distracts me from the torment,
it can help me transgress,
this, your healing process.
So, take my hand,
help me up, stand
by my side
as you provide
this feeling,
this healing.
You didn’t see, but I was shattered and broken
and things you’ve done, the words you’ve spoken…
I need you to stay a while, make it long,
because your presence, darling, is making me strong.
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