Lozenge

A strawberry scent from

the uncovered cough in your throat,

so sweet it makes me

sick, I'm still not over it.

So excuse me, I'm sorely

speaking to you—

do you mind?

You gave me something and

I can't get control of it.

Now I'm shivering for you 

to feel the full effect of 

this moment: not soothe or rough

but in between as worth
some time and torment.