A shot of you in early March,
you seeped into my veins.
A nectar sweet,
and rare,
and strong.
I was invincible to pain.
Yearning for you through April, May.
An itch, never satisfied.
June, July, and August-
euphoric, roller coaster ride.
One last dose in September;
of all others,
was above.
Side effects:
now I’m immune
to any other kind of love.