Magnetism
If we pull together, there’s harmony. If alone, I breathe in. Pull a deep draft of liquor. After-supper lure to bother with window blinds— a string is all that’s needed for privacy for lovers, but do I have it in me? To couple. Touch what is known for years, a fever whitened. Tame and blame. Like making our bed, north and south, feather comforter tight, east and west. Damage is no mystery: hay to a combine. To be useful, harm has to be done—gilds yellow to nourish. Iron and nickel couldn’t help themselves. Positive and negative in lodestone. With no built-in compass, always in pairs, I lose my way when you pull on me.
