White Blood Cell

you’re my anaesthetic
numbing me from the world
I don’t have to think about anything
when you’re enclosed in a whirl
of my imagination
and dreams inside the very
memoirs of my mind
you’re my anaesthetic
keeping me blind

you are my immunity
innoculating me from dis ease
I don’t have to worry about dying
when you’re helping me breathe
turning grey days
into splashes of turquoise green
making me smile inside
you are my immunity
keeping me alive