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.
Copyright Tom Tide 2017