The Red and The Black

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The Red and The Black

Red.

The colour of blood. The colour of my coat. The colour of desert sunsets.

The colour of flames.

He's dark of hair and eye. The black soul of a candle flame. The dark centre that flickers within the red glories of fire.

I see those fires within him, an inverted candle.

And I feel them within me when we touch. Nights of what I thought would be shame, but became heat, became release. Moments when I can let control go and become human, become a temporary shadow of what could have been. If only for an hour. When I can burn on something other than regret and pain. He keeps me alive.

I can cleanse myself in that heat. I can cauterise the scars one more time.

He is the red soul in my darkness.

It's always fire I see.

Black.

The colour of night. The colour of my hair and eyes.

The colour of shadows.

He's gold and red, a flashing fire of bright sparks. Yet it's the black he covers, the shadows he carries with him I see.

He's a creature of the light yet more at home in the dark. I can lose myself in his darkness. It resonates in me, sharing that darkness with him. My ghosts don't torment me when he's here.

It's a heated blackness that keeps them away. That I see when his pupils enlarge and the gold is almost gone. When we can find the release we will never admit we need. It's a redemption that I find, that I carry within me. That only he can give me.

He's the black heart of my flame.

It's always the shadows I see.

Author's Note: There are some moments when all you can do is write what comes and this was one of those moments… enjoy.

silken :)