Title: The Most Torturous Curse
Author: The Personification of Fluff
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Miroku, or Sango, or their affiliates. But that doesn't mean I can't still try and make poetry, damn it!
Summary/AN: A ficlet/drabble-thing. I was actually cleaning my computer and found it. At one time I think there was supposed to be more, but I loved this the way it was. I hope you all like it too. Enjoy!
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I wake up to the sun rising over land, and the sun never reaches my eyes. At its zenith, I am cloaked in shadow. I wear a painted smile upon my lips, but not for myself. It is my lure for my own personal sun. When I am with a woman, when I feel life, I feel the warmth of the sun. I feel the blood pounding within me, reminding me that I am still alive. I feel her breath on me, warmer than the summer wind, and I remember all the good things my body can feel.
And then I met the woman who would not be lured by my smile.
I met Sango.
I smiled; I pawed; I teased and caressed; I prayed and romanced and asked and begged and bled… and there was no intimacy.
But when she was close, when I could smell her perspiration from battle, I could feel my blood start to pound. When she smiled at me on those rare occasions I could see. When she laughed I could hear bird song. When she spoke I heard music and passion. Her steps were poetry, her breath like air, her warmth sweeter and more potent than the fire of the sun…
Being around Sango made me remember every second of every day that I was alive. When she was near me, when the sun rose over the trees or hills and I opened my eyes, I saw Sango. But when the sun began to descend, the moon rose, and my eyes closed, I was plagued with the thought that my eyes would not open again. It was the most delicious of blessings, and the most torturous curse I've experienced.