By Jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 29 January 2000

Medicine Man

You ripped open 
the skin of my heart
with your actions,
Created a gaping wound
with your absence.
You did not intend, I know,
to create such injury
but this open sore 
was left to fester
and infect
until you returned with your
anti-biotic kisses
and
anti-inflammatory touches
and stitched me back together 
with threads
of your love.