Love is a fickle thing
or at least Akito sometimes feels it is,
and yet doubts it with all of her breath.
She knows just what it's like to press closer,
to feel a buzzing, burning kiss
and frenzied hands
that don't know where to rest,
and yet she knows that it's more.
Akito knows how it feels to gently press closer,
testing the waters,
letting the other one leave you lukewarm,
and wanting,
just not for heated kisses
and frenzied hands,
just for gentle kisses,
and arms that become protective castles around them,
and she names that innocence as love for herself.
Innocence is rare,
because she dreads how perfectly weak and loving,
it makes her feel
Some days, Shigure makes her feel that way,
and she wonders if his heart is a window to his soul,
if it means more to him
to be gentle and press closer,
but she doubts that with nearly all of her being,
because he's usually the one causing frenzying.
Akito loves Shigure,
it doesn't surprise her anymore,
just reminds her of how she's a broken screen door
that just bounces back,
half in place
for another moment
in the arms of the doorjamb again
even though they don't really fit together all that well.
She lets her fingers 'twine in his hair,
her lips find his pace,
and hopes vaguely that her heart won't fall out
and be broken beyond repair
as if she isn't already beyond broken.