Heightened

Just so, you are to me.

When far away, always present. A murmur in my ear.

Drawing me to you.

A bright spirit, turning my attention all magpie.

When close, a beautiful cacophony.

All else drowned out.

My soul throws itself in to you like a young otter,

All joy play elemental.

And yes, you make me gush. Again and again.

After swirling slow builds

That turn in to a torrent.

For you.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

 

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