Green by Kyothu

[kyothu]

Green.

He was breathlessly beautiful.
Silly it might sound,
Hard to believe,
Yet for a boy his age
Somehow neither impossible not to see it
Nor possible to tear my eyes away.
As he stirred closer to the heat
Him! What an ice box by nature!

Quietly, I'm sure
He is still awake.
Lightly shifted against his back.
Then face to face
Now, a soft spoon, we created.
More than a soft sigh,
Slowly he smiled,
Pleasure for my eyes.

I wonder what he thinks about
That made he smile so gently?
I wonder what he thinks of
Me? This mad person that clinging onto him with need?
I do wonder,
Is this madness?
I do wonder,
Did I really voice my thoughts out loud?

Indeed.

My hand has a mind of its own.
My blood has gone cold.
Praying wordlesly,
Yet still silently roaming.
Smooth as silk, white as milk.
Gasping for air.
My dear,
Don't ever say yes.

I.
Possessive is a monster that he freed.
Still, he let this old beast
Hold onto him. Allowed me. Didn't refuse.
He said yes.

Opened those green eyes,
And my mind has gone blank.
Thus his image remains
Thickened with blood.
Ain't no red. It's green.
Ain't it dense with lust?
Spoke those honey drenched voices,
There came my fear. Clean clear.
I love him dearly.

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