Magnetic force acts at a distance.
I dreamed this a thousand times.
You’re there, under the orange night sun.
Eyes lock fervently.
Electricity charges the atmosphere.
I pinch myself, but you remain.
We look so different now and yet the same.
Like magnets of opposite poles, I feel the familiar pull.
Do I resist?
Can I resist?
The metallic heart beneath my skin has a hollow, irregular beat.
This magnetic field under the street lamps makes it hum a dangerous tune.
How can one possibly calculate the attraction at work here?
Force equals induction squared times the area of–it’s no use.
I navigate life through feelings, not math.
And my compass is askew.
The distance between us closes.
Pole connects to pole
in a sudden
The street lamps flicker in the wake of the impact.