I have a fever… for Joseph. It’s like our love is a beautiful sickness. Like being in love is an illness. It feels that way to me. An illness with an uncontrollable fever. A deep virus in the pit of your soul aching to flare up every fiber of your being rendering you breathless. Your body temperature flares up hurting you to bliss. It seeps deep down where you can’t see anymore right from wrong and nothing else matters because it’s such a delightful sensation. My entire body is in a full adrenaline rush. I have a feeling my temperature is about to flare up even more. My only cure… Joseph.
Some Kind of Heaven
© 2017 Mel Gutiér