Reading your eyes, reading many colours.

Jim....
We sat in a office...alone...only us two...
...and seeing the lights of the city flying in blue.
Every minute of a silence was screaming...
...and every second of my desire was dreaming.
Reading your eyes...
....my control freezed to ice.
It was hard...
...when my only thing whats left was my heart.

Spock...
Nobody was here...
...why didnt you come to me near?
The clock was ticking...
...and my eyes was aching.
I hated this work...
...because it makes me feel like a jerk.
I love you....
...because you turned all my grey skies to blue.

Jim...
Forbidden fruit was what my human part whispered...
....need your heart to be conquered.
I wasnt sure...
...which parts of me right were.
But Im on Earth...
....where every love was worth...
I couldnt handle this situation anymore...
....because you Jim...are the only person I adore.
You said Earth was freedom...
....and my own right was my own kingdom.

Jim...
Spock...
We stooded up and looked each other...
....and the atmosphere turned to a warm colour.
We were surprised...
...how the coincidence our destiny advised.

Spock...
Would you like to dance?
Because I need a little bit of a romance.

Jim...
Yes.
Because my control had been already in a mess.

Spock...
I walked to him and he walked to me...
....this was how this situation should be.

Jim...
Spock...
We drew closer till our body touched...
...and our hands slighlty caressing till were clutched.
Our dance started...
...and our love will never be parted.
Every slow move and round we made...
....was every memory, which our heart in eternity laid.
Experimenting our gaze...
....our soul was crying in joy and amaze.
Our nose snuggled slighlty...
....and our lips touching a lttle bit and brushing quietly.
Our touches grew wilder...
....our mouth as if helped each other to open...our tongues twisted...and our love went deeper.

Spock...
Forbidden fruit...
Dont worry... from tree I took the red apple...
....because without that our desire would cripple.
From tree I took the passion...
....and sin was not my compassion.

Jim...
I tasted your apple and my icy vulcan conscious broke....
....my human sentiment awoke.
Cold transparent sherds fell...
...finally a comfort, which felt well.
Red...
....the true colour of our love wilderness, which we had.
I pushed you on the table...
....and threw many pens, notebooks and even one cable.

Spock...
Jim....
But why we rushed?
Our gaze hushed.
Hushed from all the wilderness we had been through...
...and felt the colour of the atmosphere, which the beauty was true.
There were two golden lights...
....shining and remembering how many we had beautiful nights.

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Omg another long comment...well, ok poetry.I know,Im not a grammatical expert.