A/N: A short vignette dedicated to all my adoring millions of fans. (Oh how I wish it were so.) Definitely this is for the minority (hopefully I could change it with a sweep of my hand) that is fascinated by the chemistry between our dear Captain Marcus Grisham and Maria Teresa Alvarado. They're more than just enemies. Only if both of them can go past the "You're my enemy, I'm your enemy, so we fight" part. Ooooo......a lot more........

Hey I feel bad for the slow update. I miss the reviews. Oh hell, I miss you guys. Here's to QoS and cookie dough ice cream.

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Confession

by Frantisek Halas (1901 - 1949)

Touched by all that love is

I draw closer toward you

Saddened by all that love is

I run from you

Surprised by all that love is

I remain alert in stillness

Hurt by all that love is

I yearn for tenderness

Defeated by all that love is

at the truthful mouth of the night

Forsaken by all that love is

I will grow toward you.
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Milky white skin and silky dark hair. ~

Brown eyes that could melt the polar ice caps. ~

But it was her aura of innocence that won me over. ~

She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. ~

The next day was still a blur in my mind. ~

The tossing waves of the beach drowned her voice. ~

I left it at that. ~

I was content enough just to see her numerous expressions and the ever present smile she so willing to share. ~

The way she walk and talk. ~

A floating fortress of grace, beauty, and strength. ~

The usual sweetness flow from her mouth, but I can feel the tartness of her words touch me. ~

I can never feel her. ~

Skin. ~

Heart. ~

She does not know the extent of my gaze. ~

Does not know its depth. ~

She can try to hide behind her charming countenance. ~

But I can find her true facade. ~

She can walk on the beach without care. ~

But I can see her feelings move across her face. ~

You are the light to my dark abyss. ~

My self-containment of emotions. ~

You broke through with no notice. ~

It burns me every second. ~

Minute. ~

Hour. ~

Day. ~

You have never look beyond my uniform. ~

I have never look beyond your dress. ~

Things could change. ~

Things have changed. ~

An invisible thread connects me to you. ~

No matter how much I push, you pull. ~

I pull. You push. ~

Stamina does not last long. ~

Someday it will fall. ~

Walls fall. ~

Eventually. ~

I can wait. ~

Would you? ~

Could you? ~

I want to hold you in my arms. ~

To cover in all the kisses I could afford. ~

My heart be entwined. ~

With yours. ~

Yours. ~

Always yours. ~

Forever. ~
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Okie, I did this at 2:23 a.m. hopefully this ~stream of consciousness~ form is coherent and presentable. (I guess reading James Joyce prompt me to do this short piece.) Enjoy!