First touches not yet faded,
your eyes so much like too-early green buds;
murdered by the frost.
Reflected memory of outrage;
ravaged softly by my tender shoots.
Your shield, over-run.
Bitten back your conceit,
with blush and ache and snarled helpless epithets;
it is to my arbor
that.
you.
come.
Marluxia and Vexen are © Square and Disney.
Artwork and poem are © Nyarlathotep23, 2006
