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e goforth Jan 2014
their love is the velvet darkness

all soft whispers, hot kisses

the clash of teeth on teeth

reminiscent

of blade on blade.

-

a tangle of curls brown and blonde

mix together

and the delicious sound of

breathy sighs fill the air that is

thick with love/lust.

-

it is the quiet afterward that always

catches them by

surprise

so they lie, tangled in each others hearts

and together, they won't sleep.

-

his love will cry in his arms

and they will sing softly

salt tears

trailing down the faces of boys

who will not live to see the dawn.
enjolras, grantaire, and waiting for death to claim them. fanfiction poetry for Les Miserables.
e goforth Jan 2014
she wears her jewelry proudly
purple, sometimes green,
maybe yellow
but it is always
beautiful.

she will tip back her head
and show you her
long neck and you
are overcome by the sight
of such
beauty
in one person.

sometimes she wears bracelets,
delicate
purple bands encircling
her dainty
wrists
and the colors are so beautiful.

she hardly ever wears rings
but for the purple one,
maybe an amethyst
that sits upon one of her fingers
and she will flinch
even wince if you try
to touch it.

but sometimes, maybe just once or twice,
you might even manage to
forget
that her necklace,
and those lovely bracelets
and that beautiful amethyst
which she wears so very proudly
is made up of

**fingerprints.

— The End —