Two Ivory Hearts

A potential story..

Two ivory hearts against charcoal scars,

whilst they have swords and piercing knives,

two genders and a delicate distance, further than mars,

only our eyes can pierce their lives.

Oblivious of the next second with a mind filled with words,

oblivious of each other's arms,

a runaway train and skin trapping nerves,

two types of fear: violence and your palms.

A moment ago she needed to catch her breath,

now she reaches out to a fallen eagle,

what a waste, if this golden soul should approach death,

these two hearts are equal.

A moment ago, he was fighting to stay,

now he reaches out to her hand,

what a waste, skin glowing like the sunlight's favourite ray,

the two hearts are aren't yet beating on land.