Blue and green

by mewmewramazika

Thoki poem my friend and I wrote together during class instead of writing a poem about nature.

Slender warm fingers,

Trace through black hair,

Down against skin,

The blond listens to the many below,

Moving to the most lustful beat,

Thrusting, deeper, deeper,

A scream cuts through the air,

One after another, leaving it wounded,

Air wounded with forbidden love,

It needn't be questioned,

The answer to "why";

Lay within the moans and groans,

Their sweat mixing, their eyes locking,

Their hearts meeting.

Reunited.

What was this?

It needn't be questioned,

passion is the only answer,

either could give,

to all gods, all powers,

and mostly alike.

It simply clicked. . .

Blue eyes, green eyes,

lips well-acquainted,

at this time, they were one,

yin and yang had come to terms.

For a night of harmony.