Attraction, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Attraction Attraction, Edvard Munch (1896)


Standing as rigid as a steel pole
With a feeling of what is to be
By the way of her attacking stroll
To attack as would a hungry bee

Is it magnetic why the attack
Where opposites are pulled together
Must be more than the wind at her back
Or her thumb on a magic lever

She who has borrowed Cupid’s arrow
Stabbed him deeply so he bled dark red
She saw not a moment of sorrow
As a spider she has spun her thread

Is he too weak for refuge to seek
Is lead away so effortlessly
But not a single word does he speak
Why’s there no attempt to make a plea

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