For the First Love I Knew

You touched me;
You contaminated me,
Your fingertips infect me like an incurable virus
That seeps into my bloodstream,
Turning it into a bloodriver,
Then into a blood-roaring ocean.
Fire aches through these abandoned bones
But my skin is always freezing from your cold touch.
Bacteria gets planted in the rotten soil
Of my rotten soul and
Multiplies until I become a walking disturbance myself--
You contaminated me.

You touched me;
You blossomed into me.
Petals extend from your fingerprints into my pores.
Every drop of myself is clear rainwater,
I am pure, almost holy.
Flowers bloom from my soul and out of my mouth
So that every word I speak is lovely.
Every pore on my body raises sunflowers that grow with
Every word you whisper,
This must be enchantment.
You planted gardens inside of me,
You blossomed inside of me.

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