He's your other half
your heart's deep red
your soul's mystery
your life in your head

He's the warmth of sun
your morning light
the stars of evening
moon shining bright

In the chill of winter
he's your temple of fire
a refuge, a sanctum
of burning desire

When beads of sweat
form on your brow
he gently smooths, then
cools as he alone knows how

You're bonded, so close
how can we know
where one begins,
the other one goes

A unit, a whole
that won't come apart
one being, one soul
rhythm of one heart.

Ten words can say a lot

concise,

not much plot

She breaks open the sky
to set free the stars,
her supporting cast.

Bursting onto the stage
with no apology,
no regret,

confident the spotlight is hers,
she shimmers boldly
till a passing cloud
covers her

after it moves on

she calmly returns
for another curtain call.