He looked at her and only blinked, while she barely glanced at him while walking over the bridge. Her face as if etched out of stone gleamed under the noon sun. Her hands light as feathers looked graceful as she drew shapes from her fingers. The colour of ripe fruit, so yellow was she. He swallowed his own breath and clenched his fist with dread. His skin glistened with sweat from working under the same noon sun. His dark luminous complexion worlds apart from hers. Yet their blood still ruby red, and breathe still the same clear blue air.
He closed his eyes, to feel her near. He knew it was her, by the song of her heart. No matter what they feared, colour of their insignificant skins would play no part. They spoke with eyes and words of the mind, heard by no one and seen by none. Sitting by the clear blue lakeside, green were her eyes and brown was his, but still only the blue lake could they see. They felt the same raindrops as they day neared its end, and ran on the same thorny path back into wicked reality. A faraway place only known to them, they hide so often, far away from the kaleidoscope of hateful colour.
They remain to this day, continuously running away, hiding from others who hunt them with pitchforks. When mother earth painted him and her, she did so for beauty and to match the earth where their mothers carried them from. Two nearly invisible creatures scavenge the lands to hide, away from the prying eyes, away from the spiteful words, away from hate. They seek for a place where love prevails. Where he need no more look at her and only blink.
Penned in Dec '09
Art: agape__philos__eros_by_hrwilliams
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