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Kirimaru

- Kirimaru -
Based on some of my past-life memories…

When first you came before my eyes, in that distant time,
I saw your smooth face and long locks of hair, flowing…
You were pale and perfect, with a heart and mind sublime.
From the ruins of your village you rose again, knowing…
That the past was no more and that one future lay with me.
So slender was your body, yet strong and sleek as a tiger!
I could have spent ages, basking in your sweet company.
And in your kiss, I felt the warm heat of your spirit’s fire!
I dressed you in silken finery fit for some lordly Samurai,
Or the imperial courtiers in Edo: radiant, in all their finery.
Yet you were a Ninja; in the shadows your heart did lie,
And that is where I found you, to raise you up blessedly…
From death and damnation, from all disgrace and defeat.
At last you knelt before me, before the angel you beheld…
I looked into your sparkling eyes, so youthful and sweet!
You smiled, you laughed, we joked and much of life felt,
As we held hands and spoke of old tragedies and pains…
The better to make them fade before our hopeful dreams.
Your hands were not rough, washed clean of bloodstains,
As we sat in the castle gardens, by the babbling streams…
Where my hand caressed your cheek, whilst you blushed.
You were so shy, and yet I saw within you such passion!
The clouds above us were not so far, where they rushed,
Across the heavens, chased by the winds in their fashion.

Dark brown were your tresses, soft beneath my fingers…
And how you giggled when I nibbled at your lovely ears!
My memory of you has never died and even yet lingers…
And often, in the deeps of night, it brings me lonely tears.
Green were those garments I gave you to wear; as jade,
But more precious to me because you made them lovely!
Soft were the folds of your Hakama, as were your legs…
Smooth beneath that fabric, swift as is a panther run free.
The muscles of your broad chest my hand oft did meet…
Beneath the jade green Kimono that graced your breast!
There I so oft reclined my weary head: at your heartbeat.
Like thunder in my ears, a lusty thunder that I loved best,
Which rivaled that of the mountainous skies of great Fuji.
The gilded cherry blossoms that decorated your clothing,
Were more full of life than those that bloom on any tree!
You were a simple man and not given much to boasting.
That is why I loved you, for all this and more I can say…
Of your beautiful heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body also.
Your voice was gentle, your manner like the spring day…
Which is easygoing, and relaxed, wherever one may go.
How oft I kissed your neck, and you would turn about,
Surprising me with a hot, passionate meeting of our lips!
When you were gone I would often sit and quietly pout,
Whilst picturing: your arms wrapped tight about my hips.

This is but one memory I have of Kirimaru, my beloved,
From that time when we strode together across a land…
Which in the end cared not if we might be living or dead.
He was a glorious soul and the most honestly noble man,
Who ever drew a blade at my side for our shared cause!
Though I caused him much sorrow, he forgave me this…
For he longed to forget his past, to put aside all that was.
Instead of hiding in the shadows, he would know bliss…
By starting over, cutting every tie with the Iga Ninja clan!
But our love was fated to end, when our castle blazed…
And, dead did lay every member of our desperate band.
Our dreams went up in smoke, and could not be raised!
I had to let you go, because another claimed my heart…
And I believed you dead, seeing you cut down violently.
You never knew of my other lover, or of her brave part,
In redeeming me from dark damnation, ever so valiantly.
Yet time took her from me as well, and I knew solitude,
Until I came to Edo, and you met me in a pretty garden.
Your smile, was welcoming; happy, was your attitude…
And, beneath the Sakura trees, we made love yet again.
But my thoughts turned, to she who was my salvation…
And you eased me through the times I was inconsolable.
I suppose I never really was freed, from my damnation!
The darkness called me back; it’s power uncontrollable.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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