(sequel to the last poem. Naz's pov about adamai)
I see you in the murals that surround me. I see you in the lake that lays in the center of my shrine, the mirror of the moon. I watch the snow fall on it's frozen surface. I try to say I do not think of you. We both know that is not true.
I miss your touch when your fingers leave my shoulders, I miss your hands when you pull them from my own. I miss your arms when you take them from around me, I miss your shoulders when you cover them with your shawls, sprinkled with snow. I miss your lips when you pull them from mine to smile at me, something I consider my favorite luxury. I miss your eyes when you blink, I miss your gaze when you sleep against me. I miss your hair when you aren't with me, a flash of gold in a sullen sea. I miss your tongue, with its wit and honeyed words, miss the way it tastes against mine.
Sometimes I think I should not miss you this way. But you are my religion; in the corners of your body which you whisper disdain for, I find my god. I need you so desperately, so shamefully, I miss you when you are in front of me. You taste of snow and earth when I kiss you, and the rain smells of you when it falls on me. My thoughts sing only of you, my angel, my religion, my world.
I see you in my dreams most nights, buried in flurries of snow that match your skin. I hear your voice somewhere beneath the ivory blanket, soft enough to bring me to my knees. I will dig religiously, until my hands bleed, until the snow grows violet, until I lift you from your soft, freezing shroud. Breathe, I beg, pulling you to my chest. Your face is half frozen. I wake choking on my tears.
In short, my lover; I adore you. You are to me what the sun is to the moon, what the wind is to the sea. I want to tear you open, to sink my teeth in your heart, to beg you, do not forget me. You are my weakness, you are my purpose, you are my greatest regret. Kiss me where the ash falls in the snow, chain me down to you, let me refer to you as mine. Kiss away the guilt that hogs me in its embrace and make me think only of you. Promise me, lover, that I can have you.
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Skies of emrub
FanfictionA vast sky of endless horizons. Each star has a story, each star has a message. (Oneshots of ocs- cross posted from Ao3, deleted outdated chapters.) (art by me :) )
