DISCLAIMER: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda.

~ Two Flames ~

Two flames,
Crimson and cobalt.

Circle.
Strike.
Riposte.

Entwine.

A new flame forms,
In a color that can't be described,
So bright it outshines,
The moon, the stars,
And even the infamous beauty,
Of the princess of snakes.

A conflagration is stirred.

A heat to scorch all things,
To boil the oceans from the earth.

The blinding light of glorious rebirth.

Sweat evaporates
Before it has even
Half of a chance
To hit the ground.

Warm bodies lie exhausted
In each other's arms.
Sweet nothings fall
From each pirate prince's
Parched lips:

"You still look like a pineapple."

"Put on a god damn shirt!"

~oOo~