Equilibrium

You are a numbers kind of guy
machines, sharp angles,
and symmetrical bridges between legs
excite you.

Logic makes you pause
and consider the many ways
we come together so neatly.

Whereas I don’t even try to add
you plus me, I just enjoy the
equation.

Trees outside, sidewalk chalk,
and intangible things
thrill me.

I don’t take life seriously,
much less coloring books,
designer handbags and people
who tell me what to think.

Your calculations, always correct,
balance my life and steady
my spirit, but I will always
be lopsided.

You don’t mind that I mess up
the reasons buzzing in your hair;
you love it when I tangle my fingers
in your long division.