There is a Lady in my head.
She has been there since Easter.
She moved in before I even noticed.
She has Tiger green eyes, red hair
and dangerously voluptuous curves.
Since she arrived I can't sleep;
days and nights, awake and not
are blended into a fine mist.
I have lost Twenty pounds without trying.
I wander around in a puppy dog fog
like some drooling, smitten 17-year-old.
I listen to music I haven't heard in decades.
I write poems even I can't understand.
I experience lust that consumes like ******.
The world around me seems to be fading.
Books no longer speak my language.
There is a luscious Lady in my head.
She does all these things to me and more.
And I never, ever want her to leave.
  ~mce