Pull

There is a tension –

there is a tension between our lips.

I've noticed it at times

when we kiss in the moonlight

 

When we leave marks

down each other's necks – it is there,

a longing pull,

tugging on your hair.

 

and I've felt that way with you.

a film

a novel

a play couldn't describe it right.

 

Like the moon longs for the sea

our love is like the tide –

rising and falling like a steady heartbeat,

as blood rushes to our lips.

 

and I've felt that way with you.

The blue of the sea glimmering under the moon,

as you, staring at me,

feel the pull.