A/N: First attempt at Romantica poetry-thanks to Daniel again for inspiring this one (go read Echoes by Cerberus Revised NOW!). Please don't flame too much, if I suck, drop me a note saying it's bad. Just no abuse, ok? I haven't the least idea of the rules, if there are any.
7.
He is
like a sweet-smelling blossom on the edge of my heart-
freshly plucked, balanced so precariously, I could swear
it lies there not by fate, but by chance.
And I dare not move, lest it fall apart-
it's something so precious I cannot bear to lose.
I breathe his fragrance,
to me it is air.
Misaki reads and attempts to breathe. Sometimes Akihiko pisses him off and then he does this and really.
Breathing has never been so difficult.
Akihiko comes into his study to find a a new sheet over his poem, scribbles in Misaki's handwriting on it. He picks it up.
He is
like the autumnal west wind that storms the forest
ravaging, imperious, on its course
the blossom haplessly awaits its fate
and is swept away, but though hoarse
from screaming, the wind is gentle with it,
and the blossom submits to the lovely dance
to the siren call
because it chooses
where it wants to fall
Akihiko dimly knows in the back of his mind that he should probably demand Misaki to explain how he has suddenly mastered English and is quoting Shelley, but right now, he thinks as he sets the paper down, he has a mission. Which involves the humming twenty-two year old in the kitchen and the sturdy marble counter. Oh, and the suddenly tight feeling in his pants.
Specifically, repeated deflowering.
End drabble seven.
A/N: What, you didn't think Akihiko was going to let Misaki get away with that, did you? Man, poetry gives me a (lady) boner. My headcanon says this would be Akihiko's reaction as well. So there :P And in case Misaki seems a bit OOC in this and drabble 5, keep in mind that I'm writing about a future!Misaki, where he is a little more confident when dealing with Akihiko. Ah, the liberties of headcanon! XD