cedar and the never-to-be pine, pt. 4 by vvlpes, literature
Literature
cedar and the never-to-be pine, pt. 4
fifteen.
he sees him, fitful in his grove,
tall; dark; green-eyed;
dangerous.
pine tree,
he's all cover-to-cover;
got a story to tell, but his lips are smiling.
like that thin library book he checked out years ago,
about the hero and the princess and the dragon,
the hero running his sword through the princess
and the happily-ever-after,
and falling in love with the dragon's green eyes,
wanting to drown in them but not being able to
because there is nothing wet about a dragon.
it'll be too late by the time he has the guts to ask
who's the hero,
who's the princess,
and
who's licking the flames.
These honest hours
When I share my scars
Like stars beneath the skin of night
Moon-shy innocent
To shiver in trust at your blazing purity
Aching to fit my palm to yours
And trace the shape of day
Lest, sun-dazzled, we forget