Disclaimer: Final Fantasy IX belongs to Squaresoft, not me.

Author's note: This is a poem I wrote about Zidane and Blank doin' it. Should appeal to the musically-inclined.

And now, Sakai Michiba presents,

Duet

Lento.

A touch,

A gentle whisper, the wind,

Blue to blue, flesh to patched flesh

Parted lips and blushing cheeks...

No train of thought.

Adagio.

I never had to think.

A laugh, a smile, a playful kiss,

Taken, stolen, freely given.

You, me, here,

Wonderful.

Allegretto.

Speechless,

No need for words,

Tension, the wait over,

Nothing but fire and heat,

Willingly burned.

Interlude.

“...You sure?”

Positive. No need to think.

Desire eternal, want,

Need for this, that, you.

“Wish I could see you...”

Crescendo poco a poco.

No need to see.

Eyes shut, darkness but light,

Senses aflame, fingertips

Here, there, everywhere,

Touching you, touching me, touching.

Acapella.

Lips open, silent song;

Let me sing, too.

Together with you,

Harmony, melody, layers,

Andante, Moderato, Allegro, Vivace.

Accelerando.

Panting, desperation, need.

Suddenly bare, touching more

Requiring more, hungry,

Now, now, now...

Consonance.

Moving, singing, touching

Kissing, loving you so much,

Hearing you whisper to me,

“M-molt-to, Zidane...”

Tremolo.

Wavering, on edge,

Paroxysm after paroxysm,

Backs arching, vision white out,

Collapsing, kissing, panting.

Finale.

I look at you,

You look at me.

“...Love you, Zidane...” breathed softly,

“Love you, Blank.” In return.

Da Capo.