AN: Hi all! ^_^ Don't know if anyone remembers my story _Facepaint_, the one where Miboshi is replaced with Nakago's reincarnation, who is named Mareu and grew up as a girl. The story was removed from ff.net because it was nc-17, and I wanted to do some heavy editing on it before I posted it somewhere else. I'm almost done with the editing now, and in the process I wrote this little poem from Mareu to Tomo, I thought I'd put it up because some of you might like it and it's a good teaser for _Facepaint_. Oh, if anyone wants to recommend a tomo-centric or slash-centric FY archive where I can post _Facepaint_, that would be very helpful! ^_^ Meanwhile, hope you enjoy the poem. Bonus points if you catch all the references to other poems! - sunandshadow



Tomo's Poem
by Mareu

Not only do I love your petals; also I adore your thorns
I frolic in your slightest smiles, I revel in your fleers and scorns
Nip me with your toothsome wit, nay, chew me over like a bone
I am taffy I enjoy it; do it right you'll make me moan.

"I know some good games we could play!" said the cat.
"I know some new tricks!" said the Cat in the Hat.
"A lot of good tricks - I will show them to you.
Your mother will not mind at all if I do."

I know every tantric sex trick, when to swallow, when to hum,
Where to touch and where to lick and how to do that thing with my tongue
But, my midnight angel lover, can you teach me how to Fall?
That's the one trick I can't master, I cannot manage it at all.

My heart is secretive and strange, it tells me not what it's about
My heart is slippery and proud, but maybe you can tease it out
Give to me a golden collar; help me put it on my heart
Like a falcon tamed by fetter nature is improved by art

You walk in beauty like the night/Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright/Are met in your aspect and your eyes,
So clothe yourself in my embrace and gaze at me with golden eyes
Framed by lashes of black lace the better me to mesmerize

I love a damsel overly distressed,
With teary eye and heaving breast;
By his battered heart, by his subjugated wings
My easy heart's ensorcelled and impressed,
My soul compelled to genuflect and sing
Of the subtle beauty of broken things.

So let me make you pant and keen, let me hear your groans and sighs
Let me worship with my tongue your milk white flanks and creamy thighs
How do I love thee, let me count the ways: I love your lips, your moonlit tresses
Thy beauty commands me gaze at thee, thy scent commands my kisses

Let me sip your passion, my Pierian spring, I have none of my own;
Just a shallow draught to intoxicate my brain, then I'll build you a dream- drunken throne!
And all who hear should see it there, that sunny dome, those caves of ice
And all should cry "Beware, beware! They drink the milk of Paradise!"