a condition
love is
it seems

malady almost a shock
when used to no one
you get her

you are normal
some serious
shortcomings

like not six feet tall
or drop dead  handsome
or rich

a Woody Allen
personality
the angst

a comedic happenstance
glasses out of the
comics

(gotta see if I can see out
of my eyes with
contacts)

and yet
she is there
and smiles

touches your leg,
well mine
see,

I distance myself like I
am not worthy.

When In fact she
takes my hand
and pulls me to

the bed
the end