Sweet Opposition

We need kindling
so I strike your flint lips
         promising sparks
to thaw the thin sheet of ice
that cements us here
our segmented breaths,
the perennial stream
         in which
we strip our clothes
and our skin
and oh,

you're fire (I'm distracted too)
gravity the only force left
that reminds me
          I am always
falling

a magnetic saturation
brings my hands to your hips
         - static -
overflowing with sweet opposition,
but if we harbor this stance
we may
be stuck here forever