Epyllion

Evey:

His hand lay gentle upon her shoulder
her face turned away towards the moon,
"Darling, I'm only growing older, why
won't you let me love you?"

He watched as a tear slipped free,
falling down her flushed cheek.
Her lips trembled and he thought
he'd break as he waited for her to
speak.

But Evey said not a word, keeping her
eyes cast out past the window.
His heart shattered there at her feet,
but yet refused to let her go.

Resting his head upon her breast,
he offered vulnerability.
Her hands, two alabaster butterflies,
fluttered to her chest, where they
nestled within his ebony hair.

He felt a shiver run through her,
radiating through him and hope
was renewed.
She was the warrior, always fighting
and he wanted nothing more than to
strip her bare -

Of her defenses, and show her the world,
that love could be reached, in the palm of
his hand.
But this was something she refused to hear
and mournful, still, could not understand.

"Oh, Evey, why don't you feel my heart
as it quakes and quivers for you? Why do
you stand so cold and still, you're face
cast to the moon?"

But Evey, she stood silent, his head
still nestled upon her breast.
"I've kept my promise and will forever;
my love for you shall never rest."

Lifting his head, he met her gaze,
tears now spilling free.
He declared his love another time, his
words pounding with the rhythm of
his fragile heart.

And as he left her there, cold and silent
he felt his world crumble apart.

©dragonpoe
1/6/07