The Bishonen of Few Words

(An Ode To Sesshoumaru)

In wondrous form he walks the Earth

(Well, really, just Japan…)

This moonlit fair-skinned bishonen;

This paragon of Man.

My demon never teases me—

We've never quarreled or fought,

For I can't disagree with him—

He just says: ". . ."

His blood is full of power

Of the finest pedigree.

His tail is white and fluffy

(But that doesn't bother me. . .)

My love is an aristocrat;

His title can't be bought.

But when talk turns political

He just says: ". . ."

I love his intense, brooding stare;

His voice is smooth as song.

His pecs are firm beneath his clothes;

His sword is Nice and Long

My bishie's mind is sharp and keen

And full of deepest thought,

But all my love will speak aloud is

". . ."

Yamisui: Like what you see here? Check out my other poems: "Naraku's Lament", "Why Our Love Can Never Be," and "Why Our Love Must Fail," as well as my two full-length stories: "The Bearers of the Shards" and its sequel "Lord of the West." There's also an MST3K (funny roast of a fanfic) featuring the characters from Inuyasha, entitled "Love In All the Wrong Places."