Fleur 1

Cold. Methodical. Killer. Hunter.
That is what I am.
That is all I am. All I will ever be.
Warm. Soft. Gentle. Caring.
Flower of the day.
Everything I am not. I can never be.

Why does she help me?
She poisons me. She infects me
With her sweetness.
Why does she stay?
She should run. She should flee
Before my darkness overtakes her.

Man to woman. A kiss.
The call, inexorable, draws us together.
I'd forgotten I am still a man.
Dark to light. The stars.
One thing we can still share.
I'd forgotten there is beauty in my endless night.

I was always in complete control.
The general, the father, the hunter.
Everyone obeyed me. I obeyed me.
I have never felt this rush.
Floating, dreaming, falling.
Only her to ground me. Only her kiss.

I shouldn't. My darkness will destroy her.
Or I will be destroyed by her light.
I can't stop. Is this love?
I shouldn't. He knows it, protective brother.
He tells me to let her go while I can.
She can't. She loves me.

But he is right.
The child teaching his master.
This is no life for her.
He is right.
I die a third time as I say it.
She belongs in the sun.

No more white roses.
Fleur, I love you.

Reviews

[Ari]

Wow. Bits of this are a bit cliche, and could be reworked, but some of it is brilliant. I especially love the last stanza. I'm having a little trouble piecing together exactly what is going on here. I get a sense of a relationship between a very innocent woman and the apparently dangerous narrator, but I don't quite understand what happens during the shift toward the end of the poem. In any case, there is some great stuff in here, and it ends beautifully.