To play him is a delight for her
It was not always so
The world moves on and heals old wounds
But new wounds come
As both of them knew well
Can there be no good without bad?
No light without dark
His dark, dark eyes
The light of her smile
The play of her hair wanton and sprawled across his ivory skin
Black and white, hot and red
Love the pain which came before
And brought such healing peace.