Another desolate palms

Dressed up, desert it pretty
there has been a knee drop for every door open.
Blushed cheeks, when bright eyes adverted
the flu tries to spread from mouth to mouth
considering time allotted, immunities stand no chance
one hot, one cold
its always the fever leaving careless lovers
Settle down, claim it ugly
its both knees down and hands clenched together now
speak frank, turn truths agoraphobic
familiarity distorting old concepts of handsome
Proposal to prayer
One knee to both
Love of the sick
you will martyr their fever