The pull

Smitten
transfixed
bewitched
what kind of pull
is this?
The gravitas
of the gravitational
fields
please yield
or release
I beseech.

Oooh weee
your dopeness
is congealed
and undeniably real
breaking the seal…

as silhouettes of you
against shadows
call out
beckoning for
a closeness…
a thirst that coerces
the weary with
hoarseness
desirously longing
to drink… from
that fountain
of you.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes