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A Taste of Honey
Title: A Taste of Honey
Rating: PG-13
Characters: RL/SS
Summary: Remus has chosen Severus, and must live with the consequences. Told from Remus's POV.
Warnings: Poetry (set of haikus), angst, slash, but nothing graphic.
Note: Yeah, I'm still out on the road, but this popped into my head this morning, and I had to get it down. I thought I'd share. Just keep in mind that I might not get to respond to comments quickly.
My love, black-winged and
cruel, molten-tongued, razor-lipped,
stark, incandescent.
I have only me
to blame for this strange story,
that is the worst shame.
Others wonder why
I cleave to your rough angles,
why I do not smooth
your tongue’s acidic
burn. I have no answer for
them, or even me.
You, maddening spark
under my skin, scalding my
heart, you, I love you.
No one believes me
at first. It takes convincing.
I don’t laugh or cringe.
Even you, in your
starkest moment of passion,
there is a question
in your eyes, a look
that holds poisonous slivers
of doubt and mistrust.
I am almost used
to your venom, it feels like
rain, shivering drops.
Your kisses are not
chaste, they taste of murder and
grudges, of dirt, snakes.
Your hands on me, they
promise retribution, pain,
if I forsake you.
You can’t understand
what I feel for you, you will
never understand.
I have claimed you for
always, until death pries us
apart, until your
bitter, bitter tongue
is like the sweetest crust of
honey, dark as rum.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: RL/SS
Summary: Remus has chosen Severus, and must live with the consequences. Told from Remus's POV.
Warnings: Poetry (set of haikus), angst, slash, but nothing graphic.
Note: Yeah, I'm still out on the road, but this popped into my head this morning, and I had to get it down. I thought I'd share. Just keep in mind that I might not get to respond to comments quickly.
My love, black-winged and
cruel, molten-tongued, razor-lipped,
stark, incandescent.
I have only me
to blame for this strange story,
that is the worst shame.
Others wonder why
I cleave to your rough angles,
why I do not smooth
your tongue’s acidic
burn. I have no answer for
them, or even me.
You, maddening spark
under my skin, scalding my
heart, you, I love you.
No one believes me
at first. It takes convincing.
I don’t laugh or cringe.
Even you, in your
starkest moment of passion,
there is a question
in your eyes, a look
that holds poisonous slivers
of doubt and mistrust.
I am almost used
to your venom, it feels like
rain, shivering drops.
Your kisses are not
chaste, they taste of murder and
grudges, of dirt, snakes.
Your hands on me, they
promise retribution, pain,
if I forsake you.
You can’t understand
what I feel for you, you will
never understand.
I have claimed you for
always, until death pries us
apart, until your
bitter, bitter tongue
is like the sweetest crust of
honey, dark as rum.