He Didn't Tell Him

by sctwilightvampwolfgal

Haru could not explain any of this to him, wouldn't; he'd cared far too much to even consider letting his heart break early that morning. *Fanpoem.*

It was the taste of whiskey,

of water, almost chlorine like still on his tongue,

the burn of passion, of longing

He didn't cry then

Haru remembers the whisper soft

brush of lips on his own

He remembers thinking for a moment

that this was better than mackerel

though he'd never cared for the bitterness of whiskey,

but now,

it tasted almost sweet

He remembers hands that brushed a little too far,

but also knows that he didn't really want them to stop

Haru remembers the rush of desire,

pushing into that old, small room,

never really separating

He remembers that that was his first,

remembers it wistfully,

because it was more than a lust,

more than drunken passion to him

He'd only felt the tears come in the morning

when the other asked him what happened

and how he seemed to want anything other than the truth

he didn't tell him.