Love Is A Sickness

We went walking in the woods,
disturbing flora and fauna,
watching them all turn their heads,
one after another,
shock and shame on every face that stared.
Maybe it was in my head,
or maybe I was losing my mind as my lips lost, locked in a kiss that was toxic but tremendously important.
Your yearning was a sickness,
so they said,
and I was infected,
maybe hallucinating,
maybe hell bound,
but holding onto it with both hands,
breathing you in,
begging to be sick too.