Sometimes, someone breaks through the gates of my inner self, throws them aside, and peeks in to long dormant corners of my mind. With keen wit and sharp eye scrapes back the layers that camouflage powerful desires. So subtle this gossamer presence, that I seldom know they are there until they glide away, leaving me shattered. Breathless. Longing for further intrusions. Bereft, and chasing snatches of a long-forgotten song.
Copyright Tom Tide 2017