Disclaimer: Me no own RuroKen; in fact, me no own squat.
Longings
Lead, and this one will follow
Your lily feet to
Anywhere you please,
For he has little in the way
Of happiness,
And so would gladly bask in yours.
This one will guard your
Supple form
From ravishers, monsters,
And all other incarnations of man,
But he can only do so
When the beast inside
Himself
Is finally silenced.
Let me caress your sweet lips and
Relish in your youth,
Your innocence…
The battle is not long
In coming, and soon this one
Will be afraid to remain at
Your side,
Terrified of losing you in this one's
Madness.
I will take away that which
You fear with this katana and your
Promise of a night alone…
This one will not let his monster
Loose, not now, not ever,
Not even to
Defend Japan
Will this one cut the ties
That bind rurouni to Battousai.
Your flower has yet to blossom, child;
Let I be your first,
And only, lover…
Please do not hassle this one
Into revealing his
Greatest crime,
He swore never to speak of it.
You whose heart
All say this one's captured is just
Like her, headstrong,
Beautiful, incredible, wise.
You whose dainty, calloused hands
Snatched this one's own
Breath away, deserve
To know that this one,
For all his unseemly faults,
Has longed to say again
Aishiteru.
Ah, Kenshin's thoughts. I'm told I'd do well if I did Sano stories, and I actually have a good poem about him, which will hopefully be up soon, but I thought that an internal struggle between Kenshin and Battousai was needed. Besides, I'm getting soft.
Laters!
KD