Let's Get Physical
When day’s chores are tucked away,
I imagine you ‘that’ way.
My heart pounds within my chest.
I’m disarrayed and distressed.
The walls are too close, I feel
each corner is closer still.
My throat tight, I cannot breathe.
My fever I need to sheathe.
When you come into my view
I feel my panic renew.
My blood pressure does arise
as I gaze into your eyes.
Your touch is a soft caress
that thrills yet adds to my stress.
How can love be stricken blind -
something that just blows my mind!
My pale face is flashing flush
as my blood pumps at a rush.
Hot shivers running their course
task my shaking knees to force.
A physical reaction
to emotive attraction
will draw nonsense of it all
when in love you simply fall.
With all the symptoms of ill,
I’m glad to say that this chill
is not an infected gland.
But for all that, ain’t love grand?
Jueju-Qijue format: aabb 7777
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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