A Skylark, A Bronco

One confined to the ground who loves to fly

The other who is able to fly but fears to leave the ground

His eyes are darker than an obsidian knife, yet they are colored the royal purple

The other's eyes are like honey, dripping with sweetness for his charge

The Skylark is aggressive, snapping at everything like the turtle the Bronco loves

While the Bronco is as sweet and kind as the yellow bird on the Skylark's shoulder

As unexpected as it was, the two were lovers

Though the Skylark showed no outward affection,

He was burning as a freezer burns bare skin.