Just a little poem dedicated to Sango looking at Miroku. I'm going to
continue this with Miroku watching Sango, then I might go a few instances
more with deeper questions. Review and tell me what y'all would like (yes
y'all, I am Texan).
Happy Good Friday and Easter! Remember the reason for the season.
Disclaimer: "Admit Rumiko Takahashi-NOT you, own the named characters."
The court waits for her response. Rebecca suddenly dashes for the
ownership papers of Sango and Miroku and darts from the room, throwing back
at authorities, "In the infamous words of Shakespeare, "What's in a
name?!'"
*
*
Yabun Yotogi (Nighttime Watching/Watcher)
*
*
I stare at him, taking in his total guise
Grateful he is not able to notice my observation.
Stretched before him a sandal-clad foot lies,
The dust from our journeying still on its toes.
Waves of purple and black cascade around him,
Robes billowing in the breeze,
Staff lying across his knees, present unneeded limb,
Bells jingling softly when the wind cause them to dance
An unknown but familiar tune I somehow understand.
My gaze drifts down the religious tool;
Holding the rod is a relaxed hand,
A hand the cause of such sadness,
Clad in royal material and magical pearls
Holding back vicious winds of unknown power,
A hindrance and yet such helpful swirls
A curse but so much more still.
My watch wanders to his face
Taking in his tan skin and features
Beautifully set cheeks and jaw in place-
Not too angular nor too smooth, hidden
Piercing onyx eyes veil emotion so well
Match perfect atramentous hair
Pulled tight in a ponytail.
How I long to release the mane
From its tightly kept bands;
To run my fingers in its texture
Lose myself in its strands
Lose myself in his gaze
Feel his arms around my mass,
Holding the one who needs no man,
Instead of resting near my ass.
His hands upon my face
His eyes burning into mine
His lips, moving toward my mouth
Ready for the moment we'd intertwine...
He awakens and looks my way,
I was quick - sleep rushed
My posture once more.
Someday he'll catch me, flushed
And staring at him as he slumbers.
Knowing this fact I do not despair,
Just concentrate on even breathing,
If he discovers, I do not care.
*
*
Before anyone asks, he's sitting up with the staff in his lap because he's
sleeping against a tree.
Will update soon (soon meaning in a few days-1 week), promise (unless
something horrible happens, like the stores have no Cadbury Eggs-then
action must be taken before an update will be posted).
Review Please!!!!!
continue this with Miroku watching Sango, then I might go a few instances
more with deeper questions. Review and tell me what y'all would like (yes
y'all, I am Texan).
Happy Good Friday and Easter! Remember the reason for the season.
Disclaimer: "Admit Rumiko Takahashi-NOT you, own the named characters."
The court waits for her response. Rebecca suddenly dashes for the
ownership papers of Sango and Miroku and darts from the room, throwing back
at authorities, "In the infamous words of Shakespeare, "What's in a
name?!'"
*
*
Yabun Yotogi (Nighttime Watching/Watcher)
*
*
I stare at him, taking in his total guise
Grateful he is not able to notice my observation.
Stretched before him a sandal-clad foot lies,
The dust from our journeying still on its toes.
Waves of purple and black cascade around him,
Robes billowing in the breeze,
Staff lying across his knees, present unneeded limb,
Bells jingling softly when the wind cause them to dance
An unknown but familiar tune I somehow understand.
My gaze drifts down the religious tool;
Holding the rod is a relaxed hand,
A hand the cause of such sadness,
Clad in royal material and magical pearls
Holding back vicious winds of unknown power,
A hindrance and yet such helpful swirls
A curse but so much more still.
My watch wanders to his face
Taking in his tan skin and features
Beautifully set cheeks and jaw in place-
Not too angular nor too smooth, hidden
Piercing onyx eyes veil emotion so well
Match perfect atramentous hair
Pulled tight in a ponytail.
How I long to release the mane
From its tightly kept bands;
To run my fingers in its texture
Lose myself in its strands
Lose myself in his gaze
Feel his arms around my mass,
Holding the one who needs no man,
Instead of resting near my ass.
His hands upon my face
His eyes burning into mine
His lips, moving toward my mouth
Ready for the moment we'd intertwine...
He awakens and looks my way,
I was quick - sleep rushed
My posture once more.
Someday he'll catch me, flushed
And staring at him as he slumbers.
Knowing this fact I do not despair,
Just concentrate on even breathing,
If he discovers, I do not care.
*
*
Before anyone asks, he's sitting up with the staff in his lap because he's
sleeping against a tree.
Will update soon (soon meaning in a few days-1 week), promise (unless
something horrible happens, like the stores have no Cadbury Eggs-then
action must be taken before an update will be posted).
Review Please!!!!!