Letters to M: A Thousand Fare-Wells

this was written in response to a muse I found. I wanted to capture the feeling of first love... the feeling that you need that fantasy before you, that it's yours.

Remember, ma Cherie,
when we lay side by side,
watching as Sakura blossoms danced by elegantly.
"C'etait rien," she'd whisper with a smile.
but, why then smile when it was for naught?
As I see the coldness within deep-sea blue eyes,
and I always end up drowning.
perhaps, it be the will of a masochist
for I find myself ceaselessly
drinking in more
of your coldness…
I believed that doing so
would lead us back
to times of Sakura petal dances,
and
twirling white cotton dresses…
but,
I see that before you and I,
that there's
a massive sea of cerulean,
and an all-encompassing cold light.

So, recollect Ma Cherie,
when we lay side by side,
with fragile infantile hands linked together
by dangerous thoughts...
nonetheless, she says with cool blue eyes,
"C'etait rien."
And again I find myself falling ever so
recklessly
into your vision of the sea.
yet, I remain, for the scent of Sakura flowers…
Just as I do for the feel of your skin on mine.
Thus, forgive me when I say
that I cannot bear
to be as you desire.
For ma cherie Je t'aime.

Consequently, I recall ma cherie,
the day that I flew too far…
we lay hand in hand, upon an emerald carpet.
you, ma Cherie,
began to play with mahogany locks,
and I smiled….
I smiled,
desiring the feel of those full waves,
and you laughed
sweetly in invitation.
but, the thought that you yeilded
was nothing more than a folly I fell into.
Nevertheless,
the feel of silk on skin, from the gentle caress
of pink petals woke me up.
for I saw,
albeit too late,
the frown upon
those fine rose-colored lips.
As well as the storm
that brewed within those deep blue pools.
still, I was the one who
became swept away by your tumult…
for
my M you were simply
dragging me along
with your temperance.
Yet, still I remain if only for the Sakura,
in love.
Je t'aime ma Cherie, et au revoir.