Red Is the Frown of Pink

By spheeris1

Pairing: Utena/Anthy

Warnings/notes: Utena POV, weird little thing……[prose]

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Sit down with me. Let your feet dangle over the sides

Of this precipice and catch on the upward wind.

Let the breeze dance through your hair…..You are so beautiful…..

How many have said that to you?

Too many to count, you say….too many for fingers and toes…..

….too many indeed….

Those long fingers rest on the ground, dangerously close to my pale hand

And I want to place my lips to your palm,

To trace the lines with the tip of my tongue,

To caress each digit with the hot insides of my mouth.

How many offer to do that to your hands?

Too many to count, you say….too many for fingers and toes…..

….too many indeed….

You lay back, not a sound made on your pillow of flowers. And I hover over you,

My body inching forward….inching closer…..inch by inch,

To be half on top of you, to be pressing myself against you, to feel your heat.

How many have laid with you like this?

Too many to count, you say….too many for fingers and toes…..

….too many indeed….

I can hear your heart beating. Steady and strong and sure.

I will my heartbeat to keep in time with yours. I want to melt into you.

I want to hold you forever and shield you from pain and let you be free.

How many have wanted to do this for you?

No answer from your lips. Just the air against my ears, just the glint of the dying sun

In your eyes….the orange burns to red and the red soon fades to pink.

You smile that delicious and enigmatic smile,

You kiss my cheek as if I were a child and run your hand over my dishelved hair.

Too many have wanted my love, you say….too many for fingers and toes…..

….too many indeed….

But only one wishes me to be free, you whisper.

And the sky of pink goes black.

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