Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever

[obsession: fall]

Is it that his shadow casts other shadows or that he casts light, and I do not know nor care because he is soft like autumn. He approaches with the grace of leaves that drift softly and I tread softer because I want him to understand I do not want to hurt him.

He is colored like autumn with romance and beauty and this lovely thing called boyhood that would be springish if he had not matured so quickly, so much like vintage wine, bitter and sweet and fruity and rich on your tongue, but you have only a sip because he spreads himself so thin.

But that one sip and you are longing for more, craving for more, because he has you hooked like an addiction, but he lets you fall to the rock bottom so slowly and so gently you almost believe--

almost believe--

But never quite, quite believe--