Monday, January 05, 2009

it must be love

Are my clothes on right side out
or are my seams showing?
Is my room filled with moonlight
or am I simply glowing?

There was a time I talked right
sometimes I could make sense;
lately my words are scrambled,
and strangers find me quite dense.

If I’m not spilling it now,
it’s not in my kitchen.
Can’t seem to stop the daydreams,
or purring like a kitten.

I laugh out loud in long lines
and grin with secret whimsy.
Dash to the phone as it rings,
all out of breath and dizzy.

What strange malady is this
and how did I get caught?
It started when I met him.
oops, there goes my train of thought.