She looked at me

either because viruses are

infinite or because the immune

system hates the fight we know

that the heart grows old but we

could not send it on its way:  isn't

every kiss a Judas kiss projecting us

to a somewhere place?  I thought we

were forever on the life-enhancing

strain a refrain recalled in memory:

but I tend to linger in the cabin of

your heart's protection I'm there I'm

sure but soon I will be like a place

held by the dark or a sudden wind at

the corner.