pull-- the only way to describe the motion
eyes locking
coming together like planets moving around the sun
aligning perfectly
something so ancient, so natural, that it had to have been done before
a hundred times. a million times.
an eternal dance

like dust motes, swirling in sunlight
energized by the slightest movement
never resting: nary break nor breather
sort of like the sun

you see, the sun rises and sets. every day.
never tiring
it lights the way for migratory birds
illuminates the dust motes
throws sunbeams into the cosmos...
it touches the planets, who have yet to complete their journey.

gravity. the only thing strong enough to propel this movement--
the only explanation for the pull.

pull-- the only way to describe the motion our motion.
eyes locking. aligning perfectly. never tiring.
an eternal dance-- one that must have been done before.

a hundred times. a million times.