Thinks & Inks

Body Betrayal

I see him from across the room

And the m e l t d o w n begins 

First to go is the tongue,

Tied in two 

Blast you tongue!

I thought I could count on you 

The second is my stomach, 

Which butterflies have sent aflutter

The next is my knees,

Which now feel like butter 

The last is my heart,

Which breaks slowly once more

As he takes one look at me

And walks right out the door…