Near you

My books and poems don’t excite me
Neither does swimming in the endless sea
but the presence of you-

My brushes and paints are now lost on me
the pages that excited me are pale now
but when you’re nearby-

My words fall out all at once clumsily
but when you’re near me
my thoughts flutter around your mind
my words build an eloquent house around your sentences
art grows from my tips and all I want to do is paint your lips

My palette is static as my mind
but when you’re near me
the colours change their hue

Like the flying chaos of the world I am soothed by the presence of you