I feel it, under my skin.
I feel it, eating me alive.
I feel it, do you not see it?
The Larvae of love.
I cannot help but bite into your apple.
You seduce me with your shamelessness.
I bite, and staring back at me
is my halved desire;
The Worm of love.
I go through my days, distracted.
I go through my days clutching my head, a man in grief.
I go through my days, spreading my affliction.
I go through my days, spreading the Lice of love.
This is my life.
Love has taken root and sprouted within me.
Flesh-eating,
mind-bending,
heart-coiling.
All-consuming.
Love spreads,
in light
and in darkness.
Out of sight,
yet always felt.
All-consuming.
Wouldn't you care for a taste of the Worm?
Wouldn't you care to feed the Lice?
Wouldn't you care to host the Larvae—
The Larvae of Love?
This piece is dedicated to 
I originally wrote only the first stanza, and then wrote the remaining bits later. Did I perhaps lose my way, or focus on the unimportant stuff? For sure. But it made me smile. I could write another poem going off of the first stanza, and I just might.
My hope is for this poem to bring a smile to your lips.
Of note, this poem is not inspired by the person all my other love poetry is inspired by. Even if she has infected me with an all-consuming love that leaves me burning up.
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© Guy Shalev 2018.
