Red and Green

We were engaged
in a living duel
and the pattern of our life
spilled up and down the wall.

Climbing, plunging, spreading.
Weaving a wilting tapestry,
frayed at the ends,
hanging by threads.

Our fingers cling
to precious stone
and run footless
with outstreched arms.

Each face makes a face
that keeps us attached
while a string of oaths
pulls taut and snaps.

The ying and yang
of love and war.
The red and green
of you and me.