I’m constantly turning,
head in a whirl,
trying to catch thoughts dashing by
like coloured lights
in the corner of a closed eye.
The more I spin,
the less able I am to capture them.
Memories slip
forever out of reach,
I can’t maintain a grip
& then there’s you;
intoxicating my soul too,
pulling me into your orbit.
Your force
is magnetic
& electric,
your thoughts
race mine;
a magnificent game
but how can I ever keep up?