Each yearned for what was untainted
upon themselves, but touched was a reaction
that blistered upon each as hand prints of
Efforts
Feelings
Emotions
Were scarring on each selves. they yeaned
For the simplest of touch, not scaring
The others outer coils. but white where
Black beckoned
White hand prints on onyx harder to hide
As bittin upon a cross to remember the
Passion that burnt inside.
Evil,
Good,
Blurred
Lines of what was a boundary. But lines are
Meant to be crossed for it is only a marker
Of what was before not love.
Feathers oxidizing, faint corruption
In white tinted red, as a heartless netherworld
A heart did beat faintly instead of hate.
Love,
Emotions,
Conquering
The legacy of what was below,
The shimmer of overhead.
The yearned for the aroma of each,
Holocaust flames engulfed,
Aqua upon wings submerged self.
And in the throws of wrongful passion,
One was drowned upon flame extinguished
One was but fleeting feathers outlined of what
Burnt in both, ash of white, a flicker of flame,
Merging,
Unity,
Connecting
Upon two parts, and out of two was one that was neither
Pure or dark. a seed of both in death reborn, the era
Of humanity did start with a love never meant to start.
Creation from light and dark,
Neither one but still both apart, ever at odds,
Human nature, the side of feathers or of the smouldering part.