It's rather inspirational, this: 'Morning Kiss' by wincest_drarry . Which explains the sudden urge to write a bit of plain verse. For which I duly apologize, but there it is. Art rocks my world. Sadly, it doesn't render me speechless [grin]
Morning Kiss: Two POVS for wincest_drarry, with hugs
Why is it?
Why is it that you always manage to surprise me?
It's morning and you're kissing me and there's nothing that should make that any different and yet...and yet.
If I had poetry in my veins, I'd slit them open in a heartbeat and give it to you.
Straight. No lies, no prevarications. But I can't.
I can't.
That's why you're kissing—or so I tell—should like to believe—but, no, it really isn't.
Is it?
You always, endlessly surprise me. Amaze me and stupefy me. I could stare at you for hours and never stop.
I could stare at you for hours and never stop.
There's something…
There's something about you. I can't look away from it. Don't want to. Like to be closer; want to be nearer—that's all. That's all it is, is this want to climb into you and never leave.
But you leave yourself wide open, you know? If you're someone who knows where the cracks are, well…you can see them, and they're wide open and inviting as all hell. Gods, but I can't resist.
Could never—I make cracks in you even when I don't wish to.
Good thing is, I can fill them up now. I can—and I will. Every jagged spill. Every hairline fracture, I'm gluing you back together and you're making me whole.
I didn't even begin to have you till you showed me those holes, my love. They are my treasure, for only I can fill them.
Just let me.
Alright?