Author's Note:

I may have put too much of myself into this piece. I'd been told by a person I trust that this is complicated verse, many-layered with meaning. I fear I have written a post-modern struggle which only people close to me can understand. Please let me know what you think; if there was, in fact, a narrative to be followed, or if it's all a jumbled mess of pain.

It is not wise to judge
Arousal on its face;
The body will yearn,
Despite time or place.

But the stubborn pride
Of one dignified
Weiss Schnee demanded
That the judgment be tried.

It was one week ago,
One miserable week,
Where Ruby was struck
While Weiss' attention was weak.

The blood that had spilled
From Little Red's breast
Was enough to leave White
Wide awake when she'd rest.

Though the battle was won,
And Ruby somehow held on,
Weiss blamed herself every day.

The battle was won, but the struggle not done,
For that was where it had truly begun.

Ruby's medics were skilled
As they rushed to the field
O'er the corpse of the Grimm they had slain.

Snow White could not look away
From the blood that had stained
Little Red in the most wretched way.

But the medics were trained
To remove Ruby's garb,
Lay her down bare,
Lay her clothing beside.

White could not help but to stare;
Though Red's wound was gruesome,

Her curves were so fine;
Her skin was like velvet;
Her breasts so divine.

At once Weiss knew the heat
That crept through past her fear
For her partner's chance to survive.

The heat spread all throughout
Like a rage, like a flower
Blooming
Beneath a blood moon.

Then the heat turned to rage.
How dare she today?
Her partner's life hung in the balance
As her body craved.

Weiss woke in a sweat.
She could not forget
The feeling, desire;

She then soon felt the ire
Of indecency
Peaking
Her dreams.

Ruby lay at her side,
So quiet, alive,
And Weiss flushed at the sight
Of bandages cov'ring her chest.

The wounds were near healed
But every glance Weiss could steal
Felt like a betrayal of
What Ruby'd endured.

Ruby's frame was so small;
Moonlight revealed all
Of her soft, sloping curves.

The heat pooled again.

Weiss cursed her own sin;
Stubborn pride refused
Relief for what she felt
Was inappropriately dealt.

It did not then help,
When Ruby was well,
That her brush near to death
Made her free
Of inhibitions;
Her sexual volitions,

Advances which
Made Weiss afraid.
Made her hate herself more

For her arousal before,
When Ruby lay bare
And in blood.
But Ruby was fire.
Her passion, desire,

Drew all Weiss' ire,
Though she would always
Turn inwards and say,

"Ruby, my dear,
I'm not ready.
The fear…"

But the fear was she'd push her away.

It was all Ruby wanted
To feel alive and feel wanted.
What more could she possibly say?

When they would kiss,
Red poured fire past her lips
And set White's soul to a blaze.
If that weren't enough,

Red would play a bit rough
And her touches
Would lead her
Astray.

But Weiss couldn't forgive,
Despite her partner's need.
Couldn't forgive herself
For watching her bleed.

She watched Ruby writhe
In pain, and in shock,
As her body had told her
To play.

"Do you not love me?"
Ruby eventually asked.
Weiss cried tears of hatred:
"I do not love me."

Was it really stubborn pride?
Or something deeper?
Weiss judged herself harshly.

She judged herself for being gay.

Never before had she looked at a girl
With lust in her eyes and desire 'neath her skirt
Until Ruby Rose taught her to love.

But before they were ready,
Before Weiss was steady,
Arousal bared its ugly fangs

Her father was cruel;
Thought that women were tools
Of pleasure, to be discarded one day.

Weiss had seen the mistresses,
The affairs and the trysts of his,
The disloyalty to her mother's hand.

Why did she remember that now?
When all that Ruby had wanted
Was to know that they were okay?

The memories, they burned
Like a lover spurned.
Weiss felt empty.

But arousal did lay

In the pit 'tween her thighs.
It was maddening.

She wished it would
Just
Go away.

"Weiss, how were you hurt?
When I lay in the dirt?
You had never despised
Yourself 'fore that day."

Snow White fought back the tears
As the worst of her fears
Came rushing forth from

Where they lay dormant:
The north, where her father stayed.

"Ruby, I think… there's more
To this stink.
It's my upbringing
That led to today."

Ruby then kissed her.
Weiss felt convicted,
But the fire did stay.

"Weiss," Ruby asked,
"Please hold me fast.
I need all of you.

"You are so much more
Than you say."

It was then Weiss admitted
How cowardly she'd risen
At the sight of her
Near death on that day.

Red shook her head hard.
It was she that was scarred.
There was no fairness when White
Judged herself by her pain.

"Weiss, it's okay.
I'm flattered, you know,
That you're attracted so,

"But you can't judge
Your body
That way.

"Have you damned yourself
The whole time I've engulfed
You in these lavish affections
I've craved?"

Weiss was bawling in tears.
How had none of her fears
Stood up
To her partner's display?

Red was beaming with love.
She wanted White high above
The despondency
Of her belligerent dismay.

But she also desired
White pinned just below
The hem of her cloak
Where they lay.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.
Weiss gulped, her pulse fast.
"I trust you." Her eyes said the same.

"Then please, do one thing."
"I'll do anything."

"Let's make love
Until
Break of day."

The moon did shine bright.
They had talked through the time
Where the sun would
Normally reign.

"Please trust me to love you,
As I know you love me,
Until you can love yourself
Just the same."

Weiss' tears slowly dried as
Ruby slid into her thighs,
Moonlight glow of her shoulders
Still bare from her dressings.

The wound…

Ruby saw in her eyes
Renewed fear.
No surprise.

"Let me love you,
Come what may."

Ruby's velvety kiss
Was absolute bliss.
Weiss tried not to judge
The fire which stirred.

And then their hands roamed
Where before they'd not gone,
Slipping past garments,
Finding skin over bone.

They lay bare and so soft.
Weiss' mind drifted off
From the fears and the judgments

And instead felt the pleasures,
The tickling feathers,
Of Ruby, her love
As
They played.

Weiss felt her voice rise;
The pleasures, the highs.
She regretted
Having ever delayed.

Then the climax.
She arched,
Her throat parched,
Her soul starved,

Until the moment when Red cried her name.

She had needed this too,
White then realized, bemused.
It had been unfair of her to abstain.

And unfair to herself,
For the pressure,
The sickness she'd bled
As she'd let herself
While away.

But here, naked and sated,
Her self-hatred negated,
Weiss realized
That this was the way.

This was the only way
After a lifetime of scars,
Of demeaning,
Of lies;

That only Ruby
Could have
Saved her
Today.