by Janis Gaines
It snuck up on me.
Caught me looking the other way,
When we first spoke that day.
Inched its way inside my heart,
When the door was unknowingly left open.
It seems to want to stay.
My heart’s been chosen.
And like a balloon,
Love lives or dies,
Falls or rises at my childish whims.
When it’s full, it has all of me and I am spent.
When it’s flat, what I have I done but nothing?
You said something once that filled me completely
Like sweet sexy air, heavy in my blood
And I remember the day I first took a deep breath.
© January 2007
Flowery Branch, GA