My Cure Is Your Medicine.

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My Cure Is Your Medicine

I dreamed of you last night.

You were your usual beautiful vision.

Yet, you had a fever.

Your countenance was wet

with a longing for a love I was withholding,

and your heat was a reply to my coldness.

Why did you appear to be ailing my love?

I kept saying:

No, this is not right.

If there is illness it is mine not yours...

Yet you would not share this fever

but just showed it to me as a temperature.

As a febrile dis-ease that I was ignoring

within this body of dreams.

You said: This body is my body also.

Please gather my herbs and drink my essence

for you are my medicine and I yours.

You see, this also is my state

when you think yourself too far from Me...

Beloved, you know that my heart is blown away

like a scattering of poppy leaves

when not attending to you.

I become afflicted, and do not know it.

This affliction disables my breath

where it meets yours.

I fall from the drinking cup

and stain the floor with your tears.

I am renewing my wedding vows

still hung over from not enough wine.

I am writing a new prescription for this heart

so that your medicine becomes mine.

So that my cure is your medicine.

Tonight, there will be no need of dreams

just love talk in the well of our perfect life,

and when we breath together,

my well-being will be yours.

love

eric

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