For Tower-san who abhors pink D You shouldn't be reading this in the first place! *sigh* But if THE COLOR does not burn your eyes: may the reminder that my beloved Kenshin bears THE COLOR with dignity prevent the rapid up-chuck motion that is your usual reaction to IT. Bwahahahahahahahaha…
PINK
Becomes you; the bright
Folds of your gi opening
To reveal the smooth whiteness
Of your muscled chest.
Echoes the flame
Of your hair; complements
The piercing violet gaze
Fading into a feverish yellow.
Colors the intensity focused
On the naked blade
You hold with such
Consummate skill.
Blushes my mouth,
As my lips mimic
The circle of your hands
To say:
"I will be the sheath to your sword."
In Tsuioko Hen, the men are likened to blades, particularly "mad" blades that will run amok without the influence of women, who are (you guessed it) sheaths. Phallic symbols aside, women become a controlling influence on the hitokiri (samurai assassin) – not a very bad position to be in, eh? I wrote this erotic poem as a requirement for a creative writing class, and to let off steam, *nosebleed* hehe, 'coz I really dig Kenshin. Lamentably, he can never be solely mine *sigh* ^_^