Just One Moment
By Lacey52
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"Aggression in its most elegant form"
Challenge given by Quizas.
Thank you, friend.
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Let his eyes paint you a song
A slash of sharp ink upon bright snow
She is blinding, brilliant, beyond
And everything he wants to know
She inhales deep and steady and sure
Pulse slowing with the rhythm she starts
Her art is all of her soul, true and pure
A glimpse into her heart of hearts
A tightening in the air, and then
Just when he feels he might tear asunder
She leaps and whirls-strike, turn, spin
A graceful dancer, dangerously pulling him under
No opponent stands in her way
And yet her fierceness burns brightly
Her blaze could out-burn the sun in the day
And causes his chest to pull tightly
She is beauty, she is grace
Aggression in its most elegant form
Her paws carving a path his eyes trace
And causing his body to warm
The dust dances in her sweeping heat
Sweat dripping from her brow
But peace is clear, a steady beat
Her body pulled taut for a bow
She stands amidst an ancient, empty hall
Tall and proud and patient
Dust motes dancing their slow fall
And now he knows what she meant
Her art is as fire, her art is as stone
Forged in want and sweat and tears
She breathes deeply, as if alone
The beauty of the moment's end nears
Softened eyes, at peace now, slide open
Her hardened body relaxes with a sigh
And he knows who he puts hope in
As she moves forward and draws nigh
She lets a paw slide down her cheek
He feels her heat as she moves near
Moving to stand on shaking paws, amazed and meek
He knows now what she holds dear
She gave herself, her all, her being
In a moment of free expression
And in all of this it was his seeing
A simple one-side concession
She knows not how to share her thought
To give her love or freely touch
Soft paws meet hard, which time has bought
And pressure can only replace so much
Paw to paw they stand eye to eye
Green on burnished orange gold
And she crumbles with a sigh
And allows herself into his hold
A warrior strong and true and good
She is iron and, yet, she is silk
Strong and supple, like bamboo wood
As though these things are all her ilk
He muses silently, tracing stripes with a claw
Eyes following, sharp, until she grasps
And again they stand, paw in paw
Tightly bound as locked chest clasps
Iron and silk and fire and bamboo
He thinks again and again
And all these things are true
And with them comes a sin
She pulls so strongly, tightly inward
He cannot help but follow
And though their sighs cannot be heard
He fears his soul she'll swallow
They clash together and pull apart
A dance, a rhythm begun anew
A form of love in the form of art
Not breaking apart is all he can do
She is fire and ice, summer, winter, heat, and cold
And in him she finds true challenge
Into each and the other, their selves they fold
And life, for them, becomes a hinge
Freely they swing into this bold new life,
Her being not lessened, but more
They've known pain and fear and strife
And been rocked down to their core
She is grace and she is beauty personified
Elegance even as aggression is given form
In her all along the answered lied
Heat and fire and all things warm
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