(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #11.)

you tease
seductive eyes
pull me in every time
slow reveal
big surprise
come morning
I’m outside
looking in

truth be told
your love for me
is immeasurable
on a quantum scale
dwindling towards
the infinite

your particular charm
interacting with my own
strange cosmic quirks

I always forget that gravity
no matter how massive
is still a weak attraction