Love like Small Pox

Love comes to them like The common cold Claiming the face, the body, the mind They can’t breathe For the while it’s there It departs quickly Painlessly Leaving no trace behind Just some faint fuzzy memories To me, Love has come Like raging Small Pox It spread slowly Burning under my skin It marked everything Senses, Vision, Speech, Touch It left me exhausted Scarred with open wounds Healing slowly, painfully The craters on my face, on my heart Never really gone My love was like the Pox Relentless, all consuming Leaving me marred For the rest of my time With signs of my Disfiguring Love (Karachi, June 2013)