Yours
Remus/Sirius
he looks out at the world
he is free from the darkness
and he looks at me with a smile,
a smile i haven't seen in years
a smile i'll always remember
"it's beautiful"
you're beautiful
and i want you, sirius, i need you
like when we were younger
and we were just sharing, experimenting
your body over mine
sweat on your forehead, in your hair
my hands raked through your dark locks
and your eyes we're like this
just beautiful . . . oh . . . they were so clear
just like now when you're staring at me
"remus," you say, "my remus"