Kureno.
Oh, I must be insane.
To allow this βlove at first sightβ spate swirl around in my brain.
You got me wanting to devour you.
You got me wanting to cry.
You got me wanting to creep into your soulβdrench you, drown you, engulf you with all these passion βtil you liquefy.
See, last night, you sang to me in my sleep, and I
Can still hear your βAhhβ
And it drowned out my troubles and pains and miseries⦠you and me, we make a perfect orchestra.
And when you looked at me, fervently,
With those sad, and kind, and beautiful almond eyes,
All I could feel in the pit of my stomach are wings flapping, touching the walls, I think people call it βbutterfliesβ
You light up my world with your
Sad, and happy, and sad, and happy smile
Makes me say, Iβll make you want me, crave me, worship me, love me, devour me and Iβllβ¦
Make you happy,
Make you feel, make you cry happy tears
Make you not want to let go, make you mine, make you wonder where Iβve been all these years.
I swear thereβs not a day that Iβm not
Hungry, and thirsty, and starving, and greedy for your touch
You make me want to feel you, smell you, snatch you out of this fantasy, this dream, this illusion⦠is that too much?
It maybe.
For you are anything but real.
You are too colorful, too bright, too sumptuous, too perfect, too quiet, too perfectly⦠still.
How do I explain it?
Ah, youβre painted too damn well.
The brush strokes used to chisel the perfectness of your face is so damn good, Kureno, mon amour, ma belle.
And your eyesβ¦
Oh, those marvelously sketched, too dreamy, too kind, hazel eyes.
Iβd love to swim inside them, gaze at them forever, unblinking, say, can you tell me a lie?
Can you tell me youβre real
And not just make-believe?
That youβre here, really here, with me, in this world, physically, actually, tangiblyβ¦ can I really be that naive?
Or can Iβ¦
Sleep and wake up lying in your arms?
Wake up and see the world around me shift into the world you see when you wake up⦠just as colorful, just as bright, just as perfect, just as warm?
Can I go back to the dream I had last night
Of me in your arms, wearing your grey shirt, unbuttoned? Lord, I pray:
βI beg you, please, make him mine. Make me his. Make me an anime.β
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