Author's Note:
Bianco vino this time
Poetry all my mused would find
Tell her if she is wasting her time
It's ok, she's drunk
She's immune to her usual funk
;-)
LSLSLS
It was wrong
But it was so right
It was too soon
Yet the timing of the fates aligning
Had never seemed so bright
Truly they, like all great lovers lost
All of history long
Perfect was their timing
Chaos ensued
Yet their places perfect
All was torn asunder
So that their bodies
Could be the beings that rebuilt
That came together in the light of loss
The way it ensued
Like a bad cliché
Stuck together
No getaway
Before too long
No evasion sought
Heaven forbid the thought
Together was what was wanted
Together lay so much pleasure
They touched
They sought
They kissed likes lovers lost and yet regained
Yet neither had ever had the pleasure
Of the others lips unchained
They talked, or tried
Offered all they were
But the only solace sought
Was the one they strained towards together
A unison of earnest thought
Silent in the night
But for the sound of heavy breaths alight
She wanted him
But she wanted all
The man beneath the master
He desired her
But all there was
Her barriers torn asunder
She could not stand for less than what
Was all he had to give
He did not ask for what he needed
They both needed it
And so he took
They were one
Would be so now and ever
He knew it
Yet in his identity lay fidelity
A silent battle this caused within
She knew it
Yet her damage questioned it
A battle ongoing almost since her days within
Together as one
Their bodies unquestioning
Together as souls
Their clear path unending
Forever was their future
Who could tear apart
What was unbending
Together in minds
One being in action
They had to fight towards
A compromise
An understanding
At present they were far too eager
To elicit the other's strong reaction
Yes the war of opposing opinions
Nearly as exciting as the thrall of millions
No real discord truly there
But to see the fire in the other's eyes
Both guilty of that strong desire
To draw the other's ire
They needed to stamp down on that
The fate of the world rested
And they could not afford that fire
Beautiful and burning brightly
They could see fulfillment in its flames
But fate of selves and world both rested
Could they not find
Another way to be alight
To see their flames burning bright
As he drew her to him now
Their bodies devoid of all by self
Maybe they could find a way
Of coming together
And also keeping the destruction of the world at bay
Maybe they could be the leaders
The masters
And the messiahs
That the world had called them to be
Maybe they could have the other
And still be the other's fire
Maybe they could save the day
And still keep their soul mates demons at bay
They both would urge
Sacrifice and give what may
For their duty clear
They had to lead the way
Others would follow
But they had to lead
She hoped
He prayed
That they could do their duty
And also be a 'we'
THE END
A/N: What can be said about what can't be described with any more clarity then what poetry can provide?
