A poem...lol you'd think I'd've stopped saying that by now. I got a pretty neat image, just popped right into my head, and I was too lazy to write a one-shot...so I wrote a poem instead (yes, and even that was a rhyme. -rolls eyes- no more poetry for me). From Robin's point of view, at least, in my mind...but it can really be whoever you want it to. This is extremely loose in comparison to Not Fine, but I just kinda let the poem dictate the format...and that made no sense. -sigh- Just read.


The heavens viewed
With back pressed
To the Earth, hands
Tightly linked, fingers
Fitting comfortably together
Surely my hand was
Made for yours

Eyes fixed on the sky
She smiles, some unknown
Thought brightening her pale
Face, some irony quirking
Her sweet lips

She has eyes only for the stars
I have eyes only for her

I feel so much, yet
Speak not a word
"Love" whispers my
Heart, "friend" says my
Betraying mouth
My thoughts are my own
Sickening, smothering burden
What would you say
If those thoughts were free?
What would you do
If I did what I
So desperately want to?

Would the kiss
Shock and surprise
Your innocent lips?
Would the touch
Burden you, so
Delicate and pure?
Would you reject
My pleading eyes?

No

An angel is
Incapable of cruelty,
Blissfully shielded from
Evils many have come
To consider common
And natural

She would not hurt me
But her heart...
Her heart would not
Be in that kiss
Her affection would not
Be in that touch
Her love...
No, her love would not
Be in those eyes
Not for me

She speaks, breaking the
Thin web of my thoughts,
Laughing as she trusts in me
A small, yet surprising, secret

She finds herself in the stars
I find the stars in her