Simplistic Sensory Overload

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-Ryuniyo

A/N: A midnight spur. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the obvious.

I hear the wind,

I smell the gathering rain,

I feel the caress of moonbeams,

I taste your kisses

I see love.

I. I hear the wind.

The wind is gentle and light. Flirting lightly with the trees, the lake, the grass--tousling your hair with affection and love. It whispered quietly, complimenting your brilliance, your spirit, your passion—things I've never been good at saying to you, face to face and not in the realm of thoughts and imagination. When the wind whispered so secretively in your ear, what did it tell you? Did it tell you about far off distant lands that shimmer still with natural beauty? Where only the dolphins can come to disturb the peace, the beauty, the silence—a treasure still hidden away in the corner of the earth, waiting just for you? I hear it.

II. I smell the gathering rain.

They said it would be sunny, but never believe words that are sprouted so carelessly to the general public. Never take to heart that which doesn't come from the heart. I can smell the gathering of moisture, the anticipation of the clouds that slowly collect the tears of forgotten summer days—tears of joy, never sorrow—waiting patiently but eagerly to shower you and perfume you with life, rejuvenation, and love. The soft hint of grass, the teasing thrill of exotic lands play softly upon your sense of smell—embrace it, cherish it, embed it to memory. I smell it.

III. I feel the caress of moonbeams.

A gentle caress, a teasing caress. The moon caresses you, but let me be the only one to kiss you, hold you, cherish you. I know you: from the tip of your feather-light hair to the essence of your spirit. I know the lines that criss-cross, overlap, and connect; mapping out the roads of your destiny. Don't make a wish upon a star, make a wish upon the moon and I will see to it that it comes true. You shine on me, let me shower upon you. I feel it.

IV. I taste your kisses

Sweet and still so shy. Every kiss is special, every kiss is a first: the first in the rain, the first of many to come, the first to banish tears, the first of the day, the first of the morning, the first of the evening, the first of the sliver of time before sleep comes, and the first of the night's dreams. And of course, the first that will always be imbedded in memory. Sweet, gentle, hesitant, anxious, warmth, joy, relief, and love—always love. I taste it.

V. I see Love

You over load my senses. You over override my rational logic. You are my simplistic sensory overload. Mine, and mine alone.

I hear it.

I smell it.

I feel it.

I taste it.

I see it.

I see you, I see me--I see love.

Fin.

Notes:

I. The "distant lands" is a vague reference to either the place where Kaiba plans to take Jou on vacation to propose. yeah, yeah it's all in my mind.

IV. "criss-cross, overlap, connect…mapping out your destiny" refers to the lines on Jou's hand and palmistry.

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