Ebony and Ivory. For we are thesis, antithesis and synthesis.
You know how things happen, don't you?
A little flash, bam, alakazam and you get two peas in a pod.
Outwardly different, prima facie, but
Intrinsically, inherently, a medley. Seamless.
For you, my Apollo, hold the Oracle.

TWO
Warm, cushiony feel of heart to heart, rather like
Hot cocoa, raindrops and peeling paint.
Beautiful, pristine, untainted.
Nothing could be more simple, less oblique, less pure.
Thank you.

THREE
Imagining the faraway future, oh clairvoyant?
What's next hangs in the form of a hazy organza-like piece of.. whatever.
Maroonish, sweetsour, vinaigrette --
The phial of fragrance from the ancient banks of the Nile.
Who knows, who cares, who gives?
For what now, is saccharine, tangy, bittersweet, saline.
And I wouldn't ask for more.

EDIT: Okay, I actually came up with a title for this thing - it's called Celebration. Don't ask me why I suddenly had a longing and epiphany to write. Such things just strike you when you least expect it. I mean - you wouldn't expect one to write something after struggling through math would you? but it happened. I don't want to Prac Crit my own stuff, so I'll leave everything up to your interpretation. Completely ad hoc. Me and my keyboard, and random words that seem to gel.