Jealousy
Her fingers move delicately
Stroking your tumbled tresses
Testing texture and length
Gathering each flaming fringe
Her hands become bolder
Curving on your arms
Flattening upon your chest
Delving into your clothing
I watch warily—anxious, envious
That she can be so free of you
That she is allowed to touch
Each feature, each crease…
Goddamned artist!
One wrong move, and I'll break
Each of her precious pencils
And shove them up…
*Ahem*
"May I have that Kenshin please?"