I lose my head whenever you’re near.
The sound as it hits concrete, rings in my ear.
You gasp and ask if I’m okay.
My tongue is knotted; no words can I say.
Your eyes of jollity spark and lift me,
and soon I’m back where I should be.
There’s a graze on my forehead and a bruise on my nose.
Yet no pain I feel, since you’re holding me close.