Infected

Infected 
with the notorious feeling 
of passion,
I looked up to the sky to find you
instead dark clouds hovered about
dear moon 
where were you...
as the paths was whitened with hail
as the chilly wind withered my face
the cracks of my red painted lips
uttered a word of despise,
infected was I 
infected was you dear moon
only a glimpse could heal
only a glimpse could burn
so long
you laid hidden
and I walked along.