August 2nd, 2007

KK with Kanji

The Words Unsaid

The Words Unsaid


Kagome sat there one night,
staring at the fire,
lost in its soft light,
as hot as her desire,
but carefully banked low,
trying to stay small,
the way her passion must go
to answer her love's call.

She wondered, at times like this,
about the fire in his heart
how it would be to feel his kiss,
and not be kept apart
by some fierce sense unspoken,
of honor's boundary,
To feel his heart woken
His amber eyes set free.

Above her from his tree
Amber eyes did stare,
Though she couldn't look and see
She knew that he was there,
All shadowed silver and red
Her protector from the night
Watching from his treebranch bed
Hidden from her sight.

InuYasha watched the firelight flicker
And how Kagome watched it there alone,
Somehow the dark seemed thicker
With things unseen, unsaid, unknown.
Words have special power,
With magic in their way
And in this special hour
There were things he ought to say.

He could fight the worst of youkai
by blood and rage and might,
but when it came to words to say
to the girl beneath his sight
the girl who soothed his heart,
who had wept for him in grief --
If he lost her he would come apart --
but she stole his words just like a thief.

Slipping from his tree
he drew near to the fire
Both sitting quietly
The air kissed with desire.
Words unspoken hung in the night
She touched him with a smile,
A hand touched hers by firelight.
They slept after awhile.
KK with Kanji

Connections

When he thought no one was looking,
he sometimes stole away,
to stare at the wound
that was threatening to destroy his dreams
and her hopes
in dark black fingers of death
creeping towards his heart.

He would think of her,
standing tall and proud and strong,
how soft her little laugh,
how fierce her determination,
how wounded her heart,
and the anger would flair --
How he needed to strike out,
a most unBuddhist behavior.


Sometimes, when she knew he couldn't see her,
she would follow, stealthily,
trailing far enough behind to stay in the shadows,
but close enough to know
how this weighed on his heart,
and silent tears
would stream down her face,
irridescent pearls the lone testimony
of how she knew his fear.

And when the pain got too strong,
she would slink off,
doing endless katas
where she ripped apart the evil one
who brought them to this point.
In a life that was all shadows now,
he was the only point of light,
and she would go down fighting into that blackness
rather than live in the shadow alone.

Sometimes, he would sit in his tree,
and watch the drama,
of how quickly time was running out,
and his hand burned to send the deathblow
to the one who would hurt his pack,
his friends,
his family.

Seeing him watching them,
the dark haired girl's eyes would sadden,
and feel the tingle in her hand
of the purifying power
that one day might help set them all free.