Sasori disembodies Hatsue in his thoughts:
thin scabs film over her bones,
he picks them until he finds new skin to lay kisses on —
a new land
to go to war for
with hands spewing chakra strings,
He disembodies her:
chest spread open like that of his most used puppet, Hiruko.
His body has been dehumanized but it knows of intense longing,
shining soft-brown eyes, it burns
his neck
like flames of the famed Uchihas —
it redeems him with a new body,
The red head disembodies the raven haired in his thoughts:
an attempt to see her, hold her, love her whole,
without it consuming him,
a sight of lips, tongue,
cape honeysuckle on her wrist;
he takes away her entirety,
hand closes over it, piece by piece, in his basement accompanied by his weapons
— hidden away
somewhere the world loses sight of it.
and maybe now after all the seasons, it is the world's turn
to fumble far and wide, to despair in search for her hands —
her eyes
that draws in and leaves the sun
collapsing majestically
in its own harshest daylight
leaving everyone disembodied.
forgive my compulsions to love you like this, Hatsue