Love Injected

Tell Me again

how many times

you’d spread yourself,

like some blessed thin layer

offering yourself to others?

In the curve of the left arm

she held the needle still

eyes were locked into eyes,

“Hurry love!”

In an instant

the fire was lit

so alive now 

burning white hot.

One must admit

to have been blind before,

jealous perhaps,

with the fight or flight feeling inside.

How does one decide

to simply stand put

or to run and get away?

The girl is missed

and yet

words can’t fully explain 

why she couldn’t feel,

the love,

she was injecting

into our veins.