Opposites

That perfect guide. The hot with the cold. Your lips on my skin, wrapping your arm around me. Always questioning, sometimes letting me win. Open doors, pulled out chairs, street kisses and pulling at my hand to pull me close. Dark laughs, dark eyes. Long nights, long conversations. The ups the downs. The beauty and strength. My head your chest. Pulling me down to you ,I question your eyes. Your lips, my lips, always pulling me on top. The questions, the answers. The cats and the dog. The smile you say that’s never there but always is when I see you. The drinks, the conversation, the shutdown with no breakdown. The opposites but the same. Your breathing and how it’s held when you get scared. The deep pull in for the push back out. The sacrifices and compromises. The happiness to sadness. Your words, my recoil. Your stubbornness and my pride. Your hand, my thigh, my hand to your lips. Your car, the music. You singing, my smile. The constant comfort but agony. Egyptian princesses and goats. Optimism and Nihilism. Us.