FLOWERS AND  STRIPES

So different, so strange
Our views and opinions 
Our wants and desires
Our steadfast positions. 

The same and yet different
We meet in the middle
A puzzle is solved
A remarkable riddle. 

You prefer flowers
I prefer stripes
You reach for the scissors
I look for a knife. 

Spicy and hot?
No, salty and sweet
You order seafood
My preference is meat.

You thrive in the  daylight
I recharge at night
We both create shadows
Beneath the moonlight.

You rise with the sun
I sleep until noon
You’re out and about
I’m in my cocoon. 

Hard to believe
Like two birds of a feather
We’ll always be
Right here together.

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