A wintry breeze dances by,

Floating across the orange landscape,

Caressing the living with its cold touch.

A lullaby is heard from the branches above,

Stiff with brittle leaves

Yearning to join the fray.

 

Some fly into the current,

A few hurrying to follow,

Rising like the stage curtain

Of an abandoned auditorium.

 

At the center,

Two outlines appear.

Breath mingles together,

Brushing over warm skin in a soft question,

Weary of intrusion.

 

Pupils widen,

Locks of hair blow athwart an honest face,

And lips part in subtle surprise.

 

Facing them was the other visage,

Absent of its familiar indifference and aloofness,

Laid bare and exposed

Like the nerve of a broken tooth,

Yet staring boldly and accepting

Into the other’s soul,

Stealing the oxygen from the surrounding air.

 

Beautiful.

Nowhere else could this moment be true.

 

Here,

Among the abandoned ruins

Of an abandoned society,

They can divest themselves

From oppressive costumes

That weigh heavy on their shoulders.

 

Here,

Two young men

Of contending worlds,

Privileged ignorance

And harsh truth,

Can indulge in the sweet

Thermal waters

That are so strongly denied,

So strongly refused.

 

Here,

Clocks lie broken

On the crumbling walls of surrounding buildings.

Valuables rendered invaluable litter the ground

As weeds do an old mansion,

Forming traces of cataclysmic history,

Decisions made swiftly

And in haste.

 

Hands meet,

Bodies align,

Spinning in a silent waltz

That fills the soul with

Resounding, lush sound.

 

They do not flinch,

Nor worry over suspicious eyes or vicious smirks

That would so shamelessly attack

Underneath the title

“ kin.”

 

They do not rush,

For out here,

Time does not run.

 

As the sun descends into another world,

The music slows to a stop.

 

A breeze rustles by,

The final notes of a solo

in the ambience of serenity.

 

Two sets of eyes gaze upon each other’s depths,

Pools of mesmerizing liquid reflecting the stars above,

Connecting with such intensity that words could never convey

The intimacy of the moment.

 

In their minds,

A single thought floats through the fog.

 

Daisuki...