My star sign, grounded in the now
Flexes with the wind like a bough.
Its elemental destiny
Bound together with the lightness
Of the salty breeze from the west,
Where the sandy shore meets the sea.
I see beauty in our signs.
Mine in a service that refines
The atmosphere that you exhale.
Your sign aerates the clay-like soil
Of my practical side, a foil.
Opposites attracted as well.
I can now tell just from your touch
How such star-crossed lovers prevail.