La Poésie de la Lune

by bearsbeetsbattlestargalactica

I never understood exactly what that word meant. Beauty. What was it that made someone beautiful? Full lips, wide eyes, sloping cheekbones, flawless figure? But how did someone define flawless? How did they rank someone on a scale of one to ten based not on their mind, not in the beauty embedded in their veins, but in their skin? (Now an ongoing series!)

4. 19 Ways

A/N: I'm back! I changed the title to be La Poésie de la Lune, which is French for The Poetry of the Moon. (Sounds better in French. I figured I should give it a broader title, since there's more than just Winter in this poetry-series now. Anyway, here's a Kaider poem, list-style. Thanks to all previous reviewers, and please review again! You guys are awesome!

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19 Ways

1. I love the way you flex your jaw when you get frustrated, stooped, stumped.

2. I love the way your copper eyes crinkle when you smile.

3. I love the way you spoke to me the first time that we met: I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was back there.

4. I love the way you look at me when you think that I'm not looking.

5. I love the way you look at me when you know that I'm looking.

6. I love your stupid corny jokes, sass and sarcasm (just like me).

7. I love the way you kiss when you're sober: soft and sweet and silky, tasting of caramel and bliss.

8. I love the way you kiss when you're drunk: tasting of Scotch, first of burnt cork, then of leather.

9. I love the way you hold me when we're both fast asleep: arms knotted round my neck, breath cool on my cheek.

10. I love the way you walk, hands stuffed in your pockets and slumped, like you're trying to make yourself smaller, invisible, even though you're anything but.

11. I love the way you talk to me when we're curled up in your bed: throaty, low, too gentle to be growling, too earnest to be dulcet.

12. I love the way you pull me close and kiss my temple when I'm worried, lips brushing against my skin, and instant-fix, even though I can never quite get enough.

13. I love the way you talk about me when I'm not there, like I'm an angel, flawless, perfect, esteemed in every way, though I'm nothing of the sort.

14. I love the way you're denying that last statement right this minute, turning to me, saying I'm every one of those things, and more.

15. I love the way you smile: slightly lopsided, slightly crooked, slightly uneven, entirely perfect.

16. I love the way you say my name: breathy and lilted, hard on the r, soft on the slinky c, pale on the i: Cinder.

17. I love the way you say I love you.

18. I love you too, Kai.

19. Forever and always.