A peppermint moon, cools her kiss as mist
gathers 'round her stiletto heels. The bliss
of utter darkness transforms her smile. Smitten
in the night, week as a kitten, she's been bitten.
Now, there is a haunted glaze in her eyes
one she cannot disguise, but still she tries.
She has never worn a finer dress.
She styles her hair, yet still, she is a mess
She drops her purse, locks her keys inside her car,
she's showed up late and bangs her knee quite har-d
when she stumbles on the stairs. She defies the stares
rushes to the elevator,she just doesn't care.
Walking on air she faxes her niece the Chinese file.
Her best friend watches and gives her a smile.
Because next, she sends her niece's bridal plans
(in triplicate) to the ambassador of Pakistan.
Still there is a glow that fills her to the brim
her finger nails are polished, clean and trim.
She is sweet and kind to everyone she greets
being around her is just quite the treat.
Even if she just (can not) remember why
her coffee taste so salty, she could cry.
But everyone in the office, is in the know.
She is infected and it really shows.
She might as well be naked on the internet.
Has science found a cure? No, not yet.
In fact most of us are bitten once or twice
we survive, Indeed sometimes it is kind of nice.
When The love bug bites.