We run hot and cold.
never been ones to oppose,
but either side of any role,
cover the ground
like sky and snow.
As seasons come
and kill the sun,
you and I are two and one.
One at the end,
one just begun,
and lonely when we find someone.
You and I
are from different poles,
covalent and opposed.
Draw together,
rip apart,
but orbiting the same star.
When you push me,
I pull
and when you’re starving,
I am full.
You’re the sky
and I’m the ground;
wake up and we’ve
changed it around.
Two halves of
a strange embrace,
one that shifts
and always changes.
Two different acts
on the same wire.
No angels above us,
below is fire.
I’ll be hot,
and you’ll be cold,
when we’re together
we escape them both.
Your strength comes
when mine goes,
like waves
on a far off coast.
Not sure why
it is this way,
but I know I’m alive today,
because I have my
counterpoint.
Keeps us balanced,
keeps us going.
HG – 2019
