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~