Corded Unto My Core

oh MY it hurts! 

oh man-oh MAN

ma hart took a halt!

now my whole body heaves, 

an internal thorn

one constant yearn

i cannot sleep that's how much it speaks 

calling attention to itself during hours who flirt with morn,

in striking fluctuations of calmness and yearn

an unnamed weight, a hidden force

corded unto my core it pulls me to you

hush!

maybe it's push,

for whether inhale or exhale i know not

except that gravity exists

in one of us.

in the bane of my bones,

or the core of your throat.