Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Spike or any other characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (although they sometimes appear in my dreams) – all the characters and storylines belong to the almighty Joss and Mutant Enemy. I'm just a poor little college student who gets attacked by muses occasionally.

Spoilers: Post-Wrecked, general season 6

Author's Note: This is just a short little poem I wrote using magnetic poetry on my fridge earlier on in Season 6. Could be read as from Buffy's point of view, or from the point of view of any devoted and obsessed Spike- lover. Hope you enjoy! Lemme know what you think…



Ode to Spike

now I want him

ready and willing

powerful drive

raw crushing lust

sensuous succulent and luscious

drunk with love

delirious

magnificent in beauty

but did he whisper

or scream a symphony

with my shadow

he is repulsive

but I need him

because I love

the monster and the man