MY LOVER, VIRUS AND I.

Do you dare to dance the virused dance?
Irratic and fevered undiagnosed and wild
it's been one year
My lover, Virus and I
So let us dance the dance that celebrates it's victory--
this disease that spread through out my body like a wild fire
Dance the dance that celebrates
The lost of my autonomy
Dance the dance that has forced me to change my way of life
Yes, I've learned to dance to a different song
Dancing with my virus cheek to cheek.
A dance that baffles those who like to play god
And so I remain undiagnosed
because I refuse to accept being psychosomatic and drugged
just because the rhythumless gods can not figure out how this dance goes, 
I am only left with the sweetest memories taken for granted
The years of joy when health was my lover
But oh! How loyal my lover, Virus is!
This is my lover, he makes me angry
This is my lover, he makes we weak
This is my lover, he makes me regurgitate
makes me gasp for air
Makes me convulse
In our moments of extreme passion
God, I hate him,
My lover, for what he's done to me
Given me this
A knot the trickiest slickest fingers
Can not sever nor untie
Us two,
What
a
pair
my lover, virus and I