Exposed: From House's POV
This is the final poem I wrote during my House poetry days. This was written after the season 7 premiere of "Now What?" While it's hard knowing that this was the last one I wrote due to the unfortunate events that occurred mid-season and beyond, it gives me a sense of solace knowing that there were some beautiful events surrounding this unconventional union. What is disappointing is that after seven years of the dance, no one within the confines of the House set really knew it's potential beauty and it's deep seeded complexity. In a world where people seek hope, the writer's and producers gave these characters no hope. A beautiful journey became nothing more than a meaningless plot device and a full story became nothing more than a series of unfortunate events for the main character. Rather than turn the audience on its head and show that the most unlikely character to have a successful relationship would be the only one to have one, they desecrated the idea to a point where House became just a caricature for whom many lost empathy. Therefore, for me, inspiration was lost as the producers and writers chose to create a dismal outlook for a character who fans wanted to see succeed. Finding that long lost love in Cuddy could have made for a beautiful full circle transition from dark to light in the end.. Many things that were done in season eight were too little too late for many fans. While the producers and writers may have burned hope for many House/Cuddy fans, the memories will still live on of happier moments that can never be diminished. With that being said, here was my final poem from the saga.
EXPOSED:
I stand there breathless, thinking I'm in a dream. My hand still in hers, impossible it seems. She removes the bandage of the wound she closed. For like my fragility, it is now exposed.
With gentleness and care, she cleanses me from our war. In this moment we are both tired and sore. And yet the energy of her words in my ears rings true, as she gave up her dreams and said, "I love you." Through this our patient love arose. Now here we stand that love exposed.
Before I know, she removes my covering, hiding the mark of our past...still hovering. My trepidation heightening, my fear it rose, as now that ugly scar's exposed.
A flaw which represents who I am. A screwed up bastard with no long term plan. Not wanting her to see this I plead with her "don't." But she resists, easing my mind saying she loves me so giving in she won't. Accepting me in that moment, she kisses my scar and from there she rose. My burning desire and love for her now exposed.
We make love with this long caged desire, setting both our hearts on fire. Feeling her soft skin beneath my fingers with bodies joining from long lost love that still lingers. In the afterglow of passion here we are in each other's arms unclothed. Our love, our hope, our dreams...exposed.
EXPOSED:
I stand there breathless, thinking I'm in a dream. My hand still in hers, impossible it seems. She removes the bandage of the wound she closed. For like my fragility, it is now exposed.
With gentleness and care, she cleanses me from our war. In this moment we are both tired and sore. And yet the energy of her words in my ears rings true, as she gave up her dreams and said, "I love you." Through this our patient love arose. Now here we stand that love exposed.
Before I know, she removes my covering, hiding the mark of our past...still hovering. My trepidation heightening, my fear it rose, as now that ugly scar's exposed.
A flaw which represents who I am. A screwed up bastard with no long term plan. Not wanting her to see this I plead with her "don't." But she resists, easing my mind saying she loves me so giving in she won't. Accepting me in that moment, she kisses my scar and from there she rose. My burning desire and love for her now exposed.
We make love with this long caged desire, setting both our hearts on fire. Feeling her soft skin beneath my fingers with bodies joining from long lost love that still lingers. In the afterglow of passion here we are in each other's arms unclothed. Our love, our hope, our dreams...exposed.