Author's Note: My first attempt at romantic poetry. I thought that
this would be a good time to bring it out, since this is a sad time for every
X-Phile, and even though I missed that episode (which has caused me no end of
pain), I thought that I would write a little sweet MS romance. I rated this PG-13 for suggestion, because I
think it's pretty obvious what they're doing, but I never come out and say
something nasty. I was going for sweet and pretty, not graphic J Anyway, hope
you enjoy and do remember that poetry is not my specialty, so please no
ritualistic sacrifices. I'm afraid of fire.
Hands
Stars whirl in a slow
and steady rhythm,
an inexorable motion of time,
of life, of ever-after
bleeding away into morning
that comes far too soon.
The night falls in shadows
on the floor, cascading and spilling
in silver light and trickling shade
dappling, dancing
on slick skin, blushing beautiful
with the tides that rush within.
Hands reach and clasp,
fingers twisting and tangling,
melting and melding
as their throbbing cadences mingle
and join between two palms,
sealed with an impassioned kiss.
Two hearts beating together as one,
sighing and breathing and
crying and dying in one long moment
that stretches into the spangled night
in an agony of ecstasy that binds them
and tears them apart, only to bring them back again.
Hair like flame, wild on the pillow
Eyes...
a tear slides, down
only to be kissed away
with a breath that caresses
more than words can ever do.
Promises made and broken and forged anew
pass through their conjoined hands
as their hearts beat on, carrying them through
and beyond while the starlight bends and breaks...
the sun stains the world crimson and gold and their sighs fade
but their hands remain, and love pulses ever onward.