To Draco, For Me

I wanted to write a poem for you.

I wanted to describe the shape of your eyes,

Try to interpret to you the way they shine and glitter

Like limpid pools

Of liquid crystal

And melted mercury;

So sweet and yet so poisonous.

One glare and I'm undone.

One tear and I am dead.

I wanted to write a poem for you.

I wanted to write the way your hair makes me feel.

Such a simple and base emotion,

Such a random and simple subject.

Hair likes strands of moonlight

Or the silk of spiders

Spun with tears from the goddess Serene herself.

I wanted to write a poem for you.

I wanted to reflect on your skin.

Tell you how smooth it is,

Let you know it's more innocent than you.

So pure, unblemished, and milky white.

So sweet and clean,

Spanning a body so lithe and wicked,

Able to twist in every and all ways,

Able to sink me with not a single try.

I wanted to write a poem for you.

I wanted to tell you of your lips.

Thin and curved and pink and sweet.

Thin and curved and pink and mine.

Tender and sensitive,

I take them until they give me whimpers,

I take them until they beg.

I wanted to write a poem for you.

I wanted to hold you as I did so,

But when I hold you,

All thoughts elude,

And all my realities become dreams

Of further holding you in my arms.

I wanted to write a poem for you.

I wanted to write this poem for you.

But now I realize, the more I write,

The more I've written this poem

For me.


Author's Note: Just another little poem I wanted to share. -DMH