opposing alike.

whatevers...

sometimes we can always conjure a melody,

our voices singing a sweet tune in harmony,

until our parallel becomes a collision,

we both convulse into the deepest shades of red.

sometimes you get obscure.

how are we in unison of air? 

i prefer pineapples,

while you prefer pears.

i prefer the beatles,

while the doors, you can only sing in tune.

i prefer passionate love,

you prefer the love of authority.

testing time with the blow of each fist.

the fist of words.

beauty being our glue,

the seduction of each others breath,

the teachings of compromise we've learned so well.

the promise of tomorrow....