Title:
Illumination
Summary:
Colour is dependent on light and perfection on perception.
Format: free-style poem
Disclaimer: nope. Still don't own
them.
A sliver of moonshine creeping in through the window
Illuminates skin as white as snow on unconquered peaks.
Like a child rushing out, towards the snow-covered field
And leaving its mark upon perfection as yet untouched,
He strides forward and bends down to kiss, to mark,
To leave little drops of blood from a lip bitten hard
Upon smooth skin, firm cheeks; a pristine rise.
Kurama kneels and licks and nips and hums
And bruises softly and kisses it better,
While blood-red tresses fall like a curtain,
Blocking the light from marred perfect skin.