Gravity

High tides and low tides rise and recede, recede and rise from my deeps in desperation, as he pulls me in day out, day in. I cradle an ocean inside. I see him at eventide, though we stay connected day and night. He orbits me perfectly like a devotee! There’s still a surge, an urge in my bosom; pining at its peak as he hides himself. Another apex when he’s aglow well-rounded in beauty, in love, though perched afar yet. Alas!! As my waves crash ashore, they make music, fine verses, you hear, you admire. I go on fire between the lines drawn in from GRAVITY.