The Force

gravity, it pulls and pulls
yet it is not the force which rules
mathematicians calculate
still truth is not theirs to relate

electricity flows between
synapses in nerves unseen
birkeland currents from afar
power the Sun, and every star

the galaxy it spins around
a homopolar motor found
in a web, a twisting net
of plasma, when z-pinched we get

the birth of stars in strings along
with instabilities which then throng
all of space which had no start
no big bang or cosmic fart

gravity does not attract
me to you, that is a fact
I am drawn as something flows
from me to you to me and grows

every time I see your face
or think of you I have a taste
of paradise, a perfect dream
a tingling and electric beam

twirling twisting both our fates
we are lovers, we are mates
traveling through both space and time
we peek-a-boo but always find

each other's silent calls
over oceans and through walls
love's the only thing I feel
when exposed to your appeal