Writer's Note: For the life of me, I could not write the simplest of scenes in my Mibu Saints because THIS particular scene kept replaying in my mind. So I decided, why not write a poem? Lol…do notice that poetry is not my native category. So…yeah.
A Night of Fresh AirYou've kept me waiting long enough
Kill me or kiss me
Whichever you choose,
I'd only wished you'd do something
Instead of watching me,
Your light-colored eyes silent
Are you even Japanese?
There isn't an Asian alive
With eyes your color.
If you'd say my name
As you run your hands up my body,
Look at me as though you'd rather I didn't die,
It would be worth it.
You touch my skin like it's porcelain,
The wall at my back cool and rough.
"Let's play around"
My mind says.
No.
It's bad.
If you play, play for keeps.
He'll run away.
Or you'll run away.
You're always doing that.
Be a good girl
He deserves an angel.
You've got one hell of a record.
Be careful when you kiss him,
He might think you mean it.
So what if you do?
His breath feels so good,
It's like balm to a burn.
He burns me
And soothes me,
All at once.
He's like ice to a sprain,
That whiff of fresh air
That chills and renews.
Why don't you hate him?
He's a control freak,
Omitsu extraordinaire.
Go figure.
I can deal with the silences.
I can deal with his monosyllabic replies.
I just want to know,
Just once,
What he's thinking, too.
He holds my hips in his strong hands.
He's like an angel.
The End(done at Artist's Point, Lake Superior, Grand Marais)
End Notes: What to say? I was on vacation in the middle of nowhere and wanted to write all I wanted, but somehow this little ditty was going through my head. It's out and done. So I decided, why not post it? Hope y'all like!