If I am the saucer,
you're the cup.
And if you're the bolt,
I am the nut.
If you're the coffee,
I am the cream.
But when I'm the engine,
you're the machine.
So you're the salt,
well, I'm the pepper.
If you're the climate,
I am the weather.
Let me be the horse,
then you're the rider...
or the saddle...
or the rough cider.
Together, we are
gin and tonic,
thunder and lightning,
straight and ironic...
knife and fork,
hammer and nail,
hugs and kisses,
wind and sail...
bacon and eggs,
in and out,
bangers and mash,
flood and drought...
shoes and socks,
Jack and Jill,
down the slope,
up the hill.
Peas in the pod,
we go together
like fish and chips
or birds of a feather.
We are oven and knob,
butter and scone,
two ingrown minds
thinking as one.
Patting our backs,
finishing sentences,
we're there for each other...
with zero pretenses.