Medicine

A fever no heat could entertain,
has made rest in me.
I surrender my body to a fight -
for health.

Struck still in bed.
I wonder how your words,
sing me back to my feet.

Without you,
my heart skips
all perfect, necessary beats.

I write now in a drug state mind.
Fuzzy eyed thoughts,
a gentle touch
so sensitive, for You.

Come back to me.
Your words not yet spoken.
Tell me where my Hero is,
in this figurative world we play in.

Simply said:
even in my weakest state;
I miss You.