Pull

A necessary wax and wane
giving in and up
much too soon
pulled forward
thrust upon
flung back
in the midst of a need
and the grip of knowledge

Under the pretense of play
soul correspondence entwines apprehensively
cognizant, something pushes
pulling
deeper
closer
stronger
then desisting
why?

Waxing and waning
powerless to resist
a mournful yearning
a smarting inhale of intense words