You are your school's olympic swimming pool
and the clear liquid lapping near the edges,
just as you are the smell of chlorine on the water,
polished wood of your violin,
hum of the bow crossing the strings,
echo of my voice that says yes
the threats are real, and yes evil is coming,
my blood-borne desire to find our purpose.
You are a vision of elegance and poise
of a soldiers beaming stance,
and proud remark of "...Neptune, acting gracefully!"
You are enchanting nights spent in the ocean's arms
and our princess' favorite kind of company.
Staring into your mirror to see yourself in it.
But you are also the woman riding in my red sports car
who finds it too fast for your liking, and unwillingly
loves my behavior, and hates my bravery
with your aquamarine curls down your back and your
skin warm between my hands as I trace the tears
you shed with me, fighting monsters.
I fall into step beside you
and don't laugh at your jokes,
let you get out of loving me,
or leave you alone for too long.
Sometimes I stand too close,
breathe warm against your skin to raise it into bumps
and remind you that I'm here.
Thanks for reading. I don't own Sailor Moon, or any of its characters, but you knew that already didn't you?
Big thanks to SomeoftheFame for helping me with this poem, you should check out Fame's Sailor Moon story Cosmic Warriors, it's really great. s/8886470/1/Cosmic-Warriors