Autumn's Hurricanes (poem)

Jan 06, 2015 02:05

Cherik has eaten my brain and I can hardly write anything else these days. Oh well.
Both of their voices are in this, I leave it as an exercise to the reader to sort out who's speaking when (and some of the verses, it could be either)
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Autumn's Hurricanes

[4/1/2015]

When I first met you
On the cusp of fall
I knew you would be
my new beginning
my life renewed

words of friendship
words of welcome
words of belonging
dripped like honey
from your apple-red lips

you gave me back my heart
so long withered and cold
and now it is yours
thriving in your care
safe in your nurturing hands

you showed me how to dream
how we all can be more
that what were before
to reach for things
beyond our grasp
and make the extraordinary happen

we are so different
and yet so much the same
our convictions
and our goals diverge
but we find common ground
in our desires
and in our hearts

Finally, after so long
allowed to touch
I’m drawn towards you
pulled towards your light
yearning for the fire
and that burning consummation
like the ill-fated moth

and you could pin me
like a hapless insect
in the naturalist’s collection
and I would not mind
spread out naked
under the heat of your gaze

the storm cloud’s gray
the fathomless blue depths of the sea
we danced around each other
so long and so carefully
now our kiss will raise
autumn’s hurricanes

on the edge of war
will you bring me peace
on the brink of disaster
at the end of the world
we dare to explore
what otherwise we would deny
we seek joy in one another

pledge to each other
private vows
made in silence

whatever happens
even if the world
should tear us apart
I will never
stop loving you

underneath your strength
such tenderness
such diffidence

in your slender frame
such fierceness
such power
you’d move the stars
by will alone
what chance had I
once you set your sights on me

take my hand
take my lips
take my body
take my heart
take all of me,
mein Liebling,
oh my love.

cherik, x-men first class, fanwork

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