The Pull

I don’t think 

this is desire or affection 

this whip 

it feels more like 

the pull of the glass 

or the song of the powder

in the pipe 

wanting you to 

want me 

is just another way

that we play a game 

one that I’d like 

to win 

the pull 

of wanting to win 

is the one that 

I can’t get away from 

it is easy to say

you won’t always

be the best 

at what you touch 

inside me there is 

a woman whispering

“You’ve got to be

the best at what you touch.”