-KAZUMA-

[poos]

Hi Reina.

Don't forget about the Christmas notebook I got you. I still want to know everything you think about. Even if it's just a really small entry about something really boring, I want to read it.

Here's a dumb poem I wrote, since I promised you one. Don't expect too much though, Mr. White said I'm at the absolute worst age for poetry. It's about us though, like you (and he) probably expected.

"Untitled":

with unreserved yearning
i stake claim on your gaze
gray eye locked on blue
in perfect
imperfect
equilibrium.

we tangle tongues
and shiver at the touch
of fingertip to nape
nails digging, lips wandering
til the gasp--
--and plea for more.
but there is joy in this
if only to relive
that desire to feel violated.

and so it is us
destroyed, empty, afraid
but happy.

by Kazuma

Comments

-REINA-

[disease]

Oh, yes, the Christmas Notebook... I'm going to have to write a lot in it for you now that we're up in space.

You write the most beautiful things, Kazuma. I'm really impressed, and honored that I can incite these kind of poetic emotions in you.

-KAZUMA-

[poos]

Yeah. I want you to.

Thanks.