You were my paradox,
My mismatched sock,
I understood neither.
Once my Catch-22,
The quinine and the flu,
The fire in my fever.
Malaria gone wild,
Agony was our child,
You alone held the cure.
Delirious with delusion,
You're my favourite intrusion,
The sickness I endure.
The plague in my purity,
A blanketless security,
Adding up to a palindrome.
Sickness worked outwards,
Backwards or forwards,
You were my only home.
It takes two to be twisted,
On my own I can't entwine,
You were the evil in my everything,
But mostly you were mine.
- dedicated to Edison Evans-Ray, May 5th 1990 - July 16th 2010
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