There is a force occurring
underneath eyesight
when tides brush gently up the shore
underneath moonlight.

A force, intimidating;
but needed in this place.
Containing every being,
placing wrinkles on your face.

This force is only recognized
by word of gravity.
Something we cannot control,
and something we don't see.

Last night I sat and pondered,
what explains that energy.
The airborne dopamine
that we exchange--you and me.

When you're holding me so tight,
my lungs begin to tire,
but all I feel are spinning wheels;
explosions of desire.

When we're laying closer than
the world could see with open eyes,
You breathe me in, I drink you in,
your skin I idolize.

That feeling that the world could stop,
the forests--set ablaze
and I'd be wrapped in you,
sweat and yearning, in the haze.

The knowing that everything
is only temporary,
that happiness is possible,
and love: extraordinary.

I now know what to call it.
Not chemistry, not feels.
We create something beautiful,
our gravity is real.