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?