Too close, did Raiden sweep,
Too close to his sun --
Too close to the only sun he knew.
But every time he nestled head abreast,
Upon sternum,
Listening to idle and weary heartbeat,
He melted under her warmth;
Melted into her,
Not only her but the spirit and delicacy,
The gentle tone of her voice,
The time-washed look in her eyes.
Every wrinkle he knew,
Every dimple,
Every angle of her bodice,
But it was not lust that fueled him,
Not desire burning within.
But adoration, pride,
Sins moreso virtuous,
And with her reassurance of such,
He courted the sun with guiltless sin,
Desires of the flesh,
Desires of the spirit and soul,
Desires of all he had --
And with wax wings he flew too close;
Cupped her face and dissipated,
Makeshift glue spilling from wings,
Sending godly frame from his sun,
Tumbling down to earth --
Feeling void -- nulled,
Left lonesome,
To wait for eternity,
To wait for her.
[ Art by the lovely MathiaArkoniel. ]
