Magnetic North

Each night I sleep
beneath southern stars
under a gentle gaze
in a silent spell
with my hands clasped tight

on the edge of the bed
dreaming ancient dreams
of a primitive pulse
that flows through-in
and surges throughout

like a swollen river
or an advancing storm
an eternal wave
pulling me closer to
your sweet kinetic force

roll back the dark clouds
throw back a thousand years
I suck in the cooling breeze
and feel it surge out there
across the oceans

I am drawn ever closer
pulled ever further
sweet opposites attracted
to you my
Magnetic North

As ever
St Valentine
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