When I get my hands on you

Pull me in

so I can smell

the maple syrup

rising off your chest.


Pull me in so I can

see your soul

swimming against

a raging sea.


Lift me up

against the sky

so I can fall

without really falling.


Lift me up against the sky

so when I look down

the ground

is alive.


Spin me

around

so I can

trip.


Spin me around

and when I trip

pull me up

so I can feel,


the adrenaline

pulsating

through

my veins.

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