I've fallen as I often do
for sullen eyes beckoning:and 
wispy defiant vunerabilities,
a combination I cannot resist
and you lay upon my table
this melange, you know
 is both your soul
and your artifice;
but who among us
does not mix this
in our offerings
which exactly mirror
our glorious tattered histories?

Present me your soft spots
beneath your iron gloved history
and I shall kiss its velvet layer
attempting to digest
biscuit and the embedded stone
for this is Romeo and Juliiette's true destiny;
surrendered love seeking to survive
in life's foxholes
too hard history and a soft stone heart
can prune prospects of love;
so we start with admixtures of both
making the hesitant best of it
and you wiser than I am
mete out stone
and vunerability
and I spin
hero stance
hoping it might eventually
become the sensitivity
you need
granted inside
strong man stances
which belie
and countramand
sweet man essences.

This is the mix of all relationships
I surmize
because life itself
demands both
no matter
if its origins
are testosterone driven
or estrogen nuturing and
our sex I sense
will have elements of both.

With this knowledge breathing
we approach
wondering
if this mixture and contour
can and will express
and envelope us
in this our first kiss
as opposites
approach.