Winning

Sagittarius sun and moon  
I am made of fire  
 
Scorpio rising  
I need my fire extinguished  
roughly  
often  
 
His fist in my hair is a thunderstorm  
dousing my defiance  
electrifying nerve endings  
power  
filling me with awe  
 
The more you try to win he says  
his voice a soft growl  
the more you willl lose  
he pulls my hair hard;  
a lightning strike  
I fall to my knees  
 
I gaze up at this wonderful monster  
towering above me  
and with immaculate sincerely  
whisper  
Yes Sir  
 
but the glint in my eyes  
a flash of sunshine  
betrays me  
 
I am winning  
I am winning exactly what I need and want  
 
his hint of a smile betrays him  
he knows it  
 
Not only does he know it  
 
He knows he is winning too  
 
Later, as we step outside hand in hand,  
the pavement is wet from rain
and a double rainbow  
fills the sky