I wrote this free verse poem while I was in gym , out of boredom.
His name came off my lips in a dreamily manner,
as I stared at the glorious man on my blinking screen.
He moved erotically, leaning his fans wanting more.
It had to be illegal, it had to be.
There was nothing legal about what he does on stage.
On the floor,
on his guitarists,
on the rail.
He was such a tease.
His words were a mystery to me,
Japanese was not my language.
Still, I could not help but listen to this man
Old enough to be my father
as he sang along the musical melodies with his deep alluring voice.
Others find his appearance frightful
But me, as one of his fans, found it exotic.
As corny as it sounds, he was my Edward Cullen; unreachable.
Honey Brown eyes covered with blue sky ones,
Hair changing like a chameleon.
He was to me like Justin Bieber to American girls.
Like Bill Kaulitz to German girls.
Or like George Clooney to older married women.
Every girl in Japan desired him:
Ruki of the GazettE