My version of Romeo & Juliet, in which Juliet is a boy and Romeo is black. There are a lot of cocktail names thrown in for fun, see if you can spot them all. Yes, this is slash. It's also narrative poetry. I expect but will ignore flames.

Give it a try.

It was one of those Purple Storm summers

Whole city on fire with lavender

The sand on the beach was hot as coals

Tempers ran like birds fly,

They ran so damn high.

The sun'd set in a scarlet blaze

Running blood down the streets

The air was hot with electricity

Under that scorching sun

We loaded our guns.

The city was a chessboard

Us, idle pawns, we crossed no-mans land

Seeking out trouble and brawls,

We brayed in the heat

Stamping our feet.

Hostility mounted from July onwards

We'd go on jags under the Midnight Sun

Looking to vent our hot blood

Over there, a guy spat at me

His lips twisted: black fizzie.

Like dogs, we howled right back at him,

White spider, coconut ice

That was how It was, that summer when

Enmity crawled like flies

We quarrelled and we died.

I could have survived, kept my hands clean

But I was powerless- fate intervened.