They meet in secret,
Perhaps even in shame.
Away from the truths and the lies,
And away from a world that will never understand.
Though they are lost to the solace they seek,
They don't understand it themselves.
Her hand is small in his,
Yet nothing was more perfectly fitted.
Something fleeting and intangible.
Never nearly enough.
Of sin or blessing they know not
And Perhaps never will.
Though regret may loom perilously close
With the coming of dawn,
It might be worth it to feel for just a moment of insanity
The mere seconds of Pure, and Simple Bliss.
...A drabble? Poem? Vignette maybe? Call it what you will, I call it being bored. haha. It's been a while since I submitted something. Even longer since I've done any of my trademark SessKag pieces. Got the pose from a manga I saw once, dunn remember where...
Done entirely on Corel Painter 2.0
Inuyasha (c) Rumiko Takahashi
Art (c) Youkai Yume 2005