Do you feel that wobble
of earth’s axis, space
whirling past the ice-capped pole?
The pines like judges stare down at us:
What should we recant, here,
tonight, as if we’d only just begun:
Off-center already, losing
equilibrium? The world-soul moving
through the strung-out stars moves
in threads that creak and moan,
breathes between your mouth and mine.
Pushing me away, you bring
me home, your attraction drawing
down the alchemical sign:
Love draws the soul
the way a magnet draws iron.