Remedy

Our sickness is growing with every kiss shared.
Our love is contagion and tonic well-paired.

Redirection

The quiet room of forgiven hearts--
red, still throbbing, sensitive--smarts.

The embers of guilt long yet put out,
still glowing in darkness what pales in the light.

Only stillness can choke it -- hearts pound in the wind.
Or to pray for each drop which forgets every sin.