When green meets silver
All will be at peace,
and yet at war as well.
They won't accept our love.
It's illogical;
Maybe that's why it works.
I can't stand being
Alone in my bed—
I need your heat
Surrounding,
Caressing,
Holding me,
I've finally found my other half
But my friends will turn
their backs on me when they
learn the truth.
The Boy-Who-Lived
is the Boy-Who's-Gay.
The Savior's in love with
Hell's Prince.
The flying wonder's sleeping with
the walking Gryffindor's nightmare.
A lion gets along with a snake.
A brave human has tamed the
strongest stubborn dragon.
Parentless and Papa's boy mesh.
Two Antitheses have merged.
You—your fine robes and
well-kept quarters
with bribed friends and
sleek body and
perfect hair—
have allowed yourself to open to Me—
my naivete of my true world and
messy rooms and
easily-made true friends and
unkempt hair and broken glasses—
and neither of us can help it.
We can't help but swim
Until we can't breathe
In each other's eyes—
You falling into my green fields
Of endless-lost-desperate-hidden needing
Me tumbling into your silver seas
Of pure beauty masking the
Worst pain anyone has ever experienced.
Why do we work?
Because we both know
the Darkness and
have found each other's Dark
Is Our Own
Light.
I'll always need your
Light, love.
