A ballroom

Divided

Two courts

Cramped close

Mindless mirages,

Jade lips to cut edges

And whispering pupils in

Liquor-stricken sockets.

He-black.

She-white.

One dark,

Two light.

A war waged silent.

Stitched lips

Sucked cheeks

They hold up their shields,

Defenses

And

Fences.

White lion.

Black panther.

Both predators

Paired prey,

To their wild hearts lurching,

And starving blood

Hungry.

A bullet is pierced.

Two victims in one.

A ballroom in chaos,

One thousand in shock.

Where life she once stood,

A lion lay fallen.

His lion,

Now crimson

A splattered pale canvas.

Her panther gone sprawled

Jaw slack hit the floor.

The ebony edges.

Falling

Rising

Two beasts

Both beauties

Falling

Rising

Their eyes hold their faces

Dead words are undone.

They search this lone picture,

Caressing tear water.

Falling

Rising

Just one

One last look

Fallingrisingfallingrisingfallingfallingfalling

Two rivers of red

Meet in the middle

Touching,

They pool

Into one little puddle.