A L I V E

A  L  I  V  E

            "Night and day are one with love,

            Love and pain are silent doves,

            If death makes sorrow, why the life?

            Strength that bleeds through the heart---stealthy knife.

            Red, fire, passion, pain--

            Loves that melt away,  disappear---washed away by the rain...

            Alive...a feeling I haven't felt for an eternity...

            Alive...a pulsating innocense....

            Alive...the warmth and energy radiated by nearly every being...

            Am I alive?

            Being constantly enveloped by this mask of sadness, I have been trained to destroy...and so, why is it

every time I do so I lose a piece of myself...?

            Trained with weapons, and being called only Nanashi, am I alive as well?  These dark eyes knowing nothing more than pain and sorrow, I am the image of a man growing deeply inside the body of only a child.  Can it be that I am alive?

            Mercenary, soldier, acrobat and more...all these things, and yet why do I still not feel alive...?

            I turn and discover a gentle face, what is this feeling that surges within me?  The softness of those fingertips...I feel intensly, wanting to find more tenderness, I stare into those sea-green eyes.  They twinkle mysteriously and bury themselves into the depths of my soul.  Tell me what this feeling is...tell me if I am alive.

            ~Trust in me~

            The sweet face murmurs.  Trust.  Do I trust?

            ~Put your faith in me~

            Do I have faith?

            ~Believe in me~

            Do I believe?

            ~Let the  mask fall off?~

            What mask?

           

            Powdery fingertips pull me closer...I glance in their direction, letting the mask fall off...letting my face crack.  I snuggle into the palm near my cheek and bend down toward the lifeform.  It gives a slight gasp.  "It is you who should trust me..."  I murmur softly.

            Gently and gathering my strength, I pull away and stare into the tender face.  It's eyes express nothing more than purity and love---I want to feel that way as well!

           

            ~Let me Love you...~

            I want to love

            ~I want to hold you~

            I want to be held.

            ~I want to kiss you~

            I want to be kissed.

           

           

            Sweaty palms and soft caresses,

             gentle lips and tender tresses,

            an innocense that slowly fades away...

            And I feel alive, by those fingertips, by those kisses, because of that smile.  It is you...it is you that makes me alive...

           

                        The End