Oil and Water
We are a fucked-up science experiment–emulsions never meant to blend,
I am chaos, a hurricane howling for touch, you’re the surface, always composed, on the mend.
You slip from my grasp, a slick that shines, impenetrable, cold and smooth,
But I crash against you, relentless, a storm that can’t soothe.
Every kiss is friction, every sigh a chemical test–
I want to drown in you, but you float away, never distressed.
We chase each other through the sheets, mixing bodies but never our core,
Your laughter is oil slick on my tongue, but I always want more.
Arguments bubble and burst, sex is the only truce we know,
But even after the moaning, the sweat, the aftermath’s undertow,
You remain untouched, while I evaporate, desperate to blend,
Knowing the lines between us are boundaries we’ll never bend.
We break the rules, fuck the odds, spill ourselves in midnight’s glass,
But in the morning, separation is all that’s left as the hours pass.
Still, I’ll keep shaking the bottle, I’ll keep chasing your light,
Because oil and water together are more beautiful than either alone at night.