Poem rec: Taking, and what's your idea of poetic?

[crowroad3]

Title: Taking
Poet: laughablelament
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wincest
Tags/Warnings/Spoilers: incest kink
Prompt: "Taking some 'we' time." - Dean, 10.04 (Paper Moon)

Look at this sexy thing laughablelament posted at spnapo!  And by 'sexy' I don't mean the line breaks. (OK that too.)

We'd love some prompts or poems/poem-like things/lyrical drabbles/images/self-contained bits of fic/

Comments

[caranfindel]

I don't know if the rest of the world considers this poetry, but z_publicizes published a new chapter of Blood Will Out (thank you baby Jesus) and maybe this quote is just really good prose, but to me, it sings:

He was fully conscious that this wasn't the Mark, driving. It was just in the passenger's seat, humming along. Driver picks the music. Yes, it sang when he picked up the knife - he could tell by that particular electric bodily thrill, sharpening his senses to that razor-edge, highlighting the vital points in the body before him: jugular, carotid, femoral, kidneys, solar plexus. The map of nerves, gaps in the skeleton by which to reach the critical organs - but then again, it would have been just as sated if he'd hacked the prisoner's head off, open and shut. The Mark lived and hungered for the final act, wasn't too particular about the build up. No - holding himself back, even while he was slashing and bashing, burning and turning knives in wounds as if trying to uncork the body like a bottle of wine - that was all him. He knew this. He knew it as he opened his mind to welcome the familiar chorus: the screaming, the distant humming, the long road-song of destruction and bloodlust.

[crowroad3]

oh, it sings. <3!

[z_publicizes]

Not to speak for the baby Jesus, but you're welcome. And thanks <3