A/N: Here's a little Remus/Sirius poem I wrote a while back. It's supposed to be from Sirius's POV. It expresses his feelings when Remus wakes him up every morning, when he is in between being awake and asleep. It's not that good, and the meter is nonexistent, but…whatever.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
Warning: Implied homosexual feelings of the Remus/Sirius variety
Feedback: Is the cheese to my macaroni (I stole that from Juno)
Your words too quick for a radio
Too slow for a charm
Wormed into my dreams each morning
My gentle alarm
You refused to yell when I cursed you off
No threats or guilt
Something in the way you asked it
Made my resistance wilt
It might have been how I was still unstable
From your presence in my dream
Caught me off guard,
The things unseen
Haunted by fragments of emotions
I just couldn't trace
Some inverse reality without
Gender or time or place
Stuck in a freeze frame
I couldn't destroy
And all brought out
By the sound of your voice
Your words too quick for a radio
Too slow for a charm
Wormed into my dreams each morning
My gentle alarm.