by Rebecca Loebe
You dropped in my head for a minute
Now I am wallowing in it
The smell of your beard in the morning
Your laugh in the dark
You feel like a house that I lived in
That somebody else raised their kids in
Darlin, what did you do to my heart?
I swear it was fine when I met you
Full of blood, a little sinew
Nothing fancy, not working particularly hard
Next thing I knew it was skipping
Out on the pond, skinny dipping
Darling, what did you do to my heart?
Well it's not ideal, is it baby
But I deal with it daily
I take out the trash, I water the yard
From what I can tell it was instant
An editorial misprint
Darling, what did you do to my heart?
What did you do? What did you do?
What did you do, and when
When can you do it again?