The Tiger and it's Lover

Rebirth

It happens when your eyes meet.

That beautiful humming sounds in your ear.

That humming you only hear in your dreams.

You found it.

You found your lover, your beloved, your dearest.

Your sweet, sweet Wasp.

You know.

You both rush forward, uncaring of the humans paths you have interrupted.

Those beautiful blue eyes sucking you in.

The same color as the Forget-me-nots.

Your arms are outstretched, waiting to bundle up your beloved.

When you had been reborn as a human, you were not happy.

You were the thing that killed you.

But you lived through it.

You had dreams of your lover, those stunning glass wings, those endless eyes.

Another human, you found out.

Your lover was reborn as a human.

A beautiful male human, just like you.

Pitch black hair, bright blue eyes, lips as red as roses.

Nothing could compare.

In this life, you rejoiced.

You could kiss and caress him, make love to him when only the stars and the moon bore witness.

The Tiger and his Wasp.

You wrapped him in your arms as snugly as you could, afraid of ever letting go.

'My love!' You cry, burying your nose in that soft hair, smelling that distinct scent that was your lover's.

'My love!' He cried back, crystal tears of joy leaking from his eyes.

'I waited. I waited for you!' You say, foreheads knocking together.

'Yes, yes you did! I'm so proud!' He says back.

'I can kiss you,' You say, 'Caress you and love you for days and nights at a time.' You feel the tell-tale hot tracks of tears sliding down your face.

'Don't cry, my love. I'm here now.' He says, wiping the droplets from your face.

'What is your name?' You ask, eyes bright.

'Ryo. What's yours?' He says.

'My Ryo. I am Mao.' You say.

'My Mao.' He whispers, 'I love you, my Mao.' He says, sliding his thumb under your eye.

'I love you too, my Ryo.' You say, finally leaning in for that sweet kiss.

The first touch is electric, addicting.

Once you start, you can't stop.

You hate the sounds the humans make, they are ignorant when they see 2 men embracing, spitting the worst of words.

You are filled with possessiveness, wanting to claw out those gawking humans eyes, tear their faces to shreds, to mark them for eternity.

Your eyes glow in the low lighting of dusk, murderous intent hidden deep within the golden orbs.

The other humans flee at the sight.

You pull you lover with you, deep into the woods, as close to the jungle as you can get.

Nobody will find you here, surrounded by the Forget-me-nots.

You lose yourselves in one another, lovers until dawn.

Your beloved is covered in your marks, your claims of ownership.

Bite marks similar to that of a Tiger, fangs burrowed deep in the soft flesh.

Nails leaving behind long stripes of raised, discolored skin.

You pant desperately, always wanting to leave your lover satisfied.

'I love you.' You chant, over and over.

'And I you, my dear.' He says back, arched beautifully underneath you.

You spend your day ravishing your lover.

Splayed underneath you in the Forget-me-nots.

Everyone thinks that have only known Ryo for 1 day.

But only you, him, the moon and the stars know that this is not true.

You have known the Wasp for many, many moons.

And you will know him for many, many more.