Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
March, 1978.
I've heard muggles sometimes call this "the witching hour"
...Though I can't fathom why -
There's no witches around
Nor wizards for that matter.
They're all sound asleep,
Lost in the private worlds they create behind their eyelids
Worlds that emerge unbidden from the deepest corners of the mind.
... Not me though
I haven't been sleeping
Well, hardly at all.
Though when I do manage to escape to that elusive realm
I dream of you and her.
... I dream of the two of you in every sort of way
Whether it be lustful visions of me crawling to you
My reward the unparalleled delight of your body pressed against mine
A meditation on how erotically mesmerising your every gesture is to me
Or else flashes of her clutching me as though I were a silent prayer
Her breath ragged as she loses herself entirely in me
Or her in you
... Either way, she's a desire I can't shake.
Those sorts of dreams inevitably stir me awake
Find myself startled, hardened
My body aching with unbearable yearning
My want for the two of you far exceeding that which my physical form can handle.
Or else other dreams,
More chaste visions;
The three of us laughing, musing
Learning of muggle Domḗnikos
El Greco
Our considerations of his View of Toledo
... Of how I feel as stormy as his agitated skies.
And when I awoke tonight
I couldn't tell you what I'd dreamt of
Beyond the fact I know it was the two of you
Palms rubbing at my eyes, eyes straining in the darkness
I can make out Barty in his bed
Amycus in his
... Mulciber.
But you - you're gone.
You don't sleep here anymore
Haven't in days.
You pretend to
But then, as soon as you can, you fly from this place
From me.
Slipping out of bed now, I make my way to the common room.
Sure enough - there
There you are,
Curled up on the sofa
Your handsome face, the very portrait of serenity
Shades of juniper and phthalo playing across your form.
Through the thick paned glass behind you, the greenish grey waters of the Lake.
I stand in the silence, considering the dignity with which you sleep.
I won't stay long - I won't linger more than a moment ...
But I do need a moment
Because the grace, the calm
The way your chest rises and falls as you breathe peacefully
... Every single thing about you is perfection.
You are a complete work of art
Gesamtkunstwerk.
And so,
Leaning against the archway, I bite my lip in an attempt to keep from crying
Not only because of how much I've missed you lately
But because of how unimaginably beautiful you are, just simply existing.
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Coiled (Book 1 of 2)
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