Silent nights
The only sound
Distant noise
Indistinguishable
A static
Under the stars
Walk.
A house
Consider it a mansion
The dwelling
Of the blessed
Untouched by poor saps
But him
A friend
With relationships
Come benefit
Or drawback.
Money or friend?
Even better, friends with money.
A vile thought
To which he chuckled
Such preposterousness
Money is god
Business is religion
Workplace a church
The rich are the blessed
Poor are the damned.
Gullibility may be the original sin.
Poverty is the mortal sin.
And from beggars
To thieves
Is but a step lower.
Train of thought
Arrival at the station
Literally and figuratively
Finding himself
Before a porch
Knock on the grand door
To reveal
A drowsy fire queen
In a large gray shirt
And as it appears
Only in her underwear?
"Hachio..."
"It's way past eleven. What are you doing still up?"
"Hmph... I was waiting... for you."
Into the living room
Dimly lit by lampshades
It seemed late
Even smelled late
He was exhausted
A night of social interactions
Pitted against aristocrats
Spun around
And intimacy
With a certain devil woman
It was enough
Sufficient for a lifetime
A memorable
Albeit unnerving
Experience
But now
Rest.
The sooner he can go home
The better.
Just then
A warm feeling
Enveloping his back
A pair of arms
Hugging him.
"Hachi..."
"Oh- alright, come on now."
He squirmed
Turning around
A heap of blonde hair
And dreamy emerald green
Luring him to sleep.
She fumbled over the suit
Unbuttoning
All the while
Practically
Leaning her body
On his
While he on the other hand
Held her by the shoulder
Perhaps to keep her balance
And soon enough
It was off.
As if groping for something
She ran her hands
Against his white shirt
And held the tie
Pulling him closer.
"...achi... don't... leave..."
"Um... er..."
He looked in confusion
As she whispered softly
Soothing voice
Unlike the tone
Of a sly woman
It was warm
Calming.
Her arms slithered around him
Burying her face
Into his chest
As her weight shifted on him
Like an anchor
Unyielding
Unwilling
To let the ship
Leave.
In return
He wrapped his arms around her
And shuffled for the couch
Two figures
As she slumped over him
Foiling his attempt
To wriggle out
Of her embrace.
"Hey. Come on now."
"Just... a bit... longer..."
His cheeks reddened a bit
It was quite
An intimate position
He would hate to be caught
In another house no less!
She nuzzled closer
Like a cat
Making herself comfortable
Against his warmth.
It was such an ethereal moment
He would think
Sleep deprivation
Exaggeration
Like a tide
Sleepiness washed over him
A deadly trap
Threatening
Drown him
In a deep slumber.
Amidst that
Looking at the woman
Before him
It was no fire queen
Just an innocent girl
Her golden locks
Like a sleeping beauty
It was difficult to ponder
How character
A different color
From a different angle
Prisms
Spectrum of emotions
With a closer look
A color of love.
A small smile formed on his face.
He brushed her hair
Of golden silk
Her cheeks
Soft and pink
Pale smooth skin
Like polished marble
Her legs
Such flawlessness
And he looked upon it
As if admiring
A work of art
Which she is.
One of the finest paintings
Of beauty
Elegance
Arrogance
Courage
A fire that burned brighter
The stronger the rain.
Softly
He began
To whisper a song
One he had always wanted to sing
But never had the chance.
In the silence of the dim room
He hummed quietly
Lightly stroking her hair
Living in the moment
Nothing else mattered.
He loved her.
In her presence
He felt comfort
A sense of being
No need to mask
To pretend
To be.
In friendship
One feels at home.
It was humor
To think
It began with something volatile
And with time
Patience
Mutuality
Transform
Poison into wine
Into something genuine.
"Put your head on my shoulders..."
Something worthwhile.
"Hold me in your arms, baby..."
He who loves to a fault,
"Just a kiss goodnight, maybe..."
Loves the fault as well.
"You and I will fall in love."
Her lips
Unlike
Perhaps deep inside him
He wanted to.
But it was too good.
Thin lines
On a beautiful face
Drawn by silent tears
He knew
She knew.
