Beyond Darkness

Poetics

"Are you ready?" Dylan looked at Vincent with eagerness. Vincent just smiled and nodded. "I can't believe that you wrote me a poem." Dylan had written a poem for Vincent, it started off as a song but it had soon turned into a poem. He had worked hard on this. He had never really been this happy and he wanted to convey his feelings. He took out that peice of paper and unfolded it. looking at his scrawled words he took a deep breath and then looked over at Vincent.

"Vin, I've never been this happy. This is for you"

"Broken as ever

The sickle that weaves

Oh how mine is almost over,

This Tenebrous life

Bereft your gaze into mine

You're oblivious to upcoming time

To the shore I am swept my dear

Not before I recalled

How you came into my life

Under the unprecedented moonlit sky

Your breath mingled in mine

The thumping of your heart beat

Coincide with the clashing knives

Red trickles changing laced fate

With every glance you lend me

With every breath you let me

It isn't magic but more like

a will to live

with you

Stay, Breathe and Live

with me,

hold my hand through it all

chain me, if you need to

but never leave,

I plead, not guilty,

to being in love with you."

As he finished reading his piece, he smiled at Vincent. He wiped away the pricking of moisture in his eyes. "Did you cry?" Dylan asked him with a smile, "Nope." came the answer. "You totally did!" Dylan felt his heart going a little sore, but then again, he liked this sweet and bitter ache that had washed upon him while reading the poem to Vin. Dylan was momentarily lost in his thoughts, hence he didn't see him when Vincent came over to Dylan and cupped his face in his hands. He had tears in his eyes but the brightest smile on his face. "You're still crying.," Dylan muttered, trying to control his smile. "Because of you." this comment made Dylan pout. Dylan decided to play this as the wounded puppy to get pampered. He let out a small whimper and then pushed Vincent away, turning his back to Vincent. He heard a soft and low chuckle. He waited and waited but he didn't feel Vincent close enough. He dared to turn around and saw that Vincent had pulled up a chair, his hair was messy, falling in the right places like he had run a hand through his hair. He had lost his coat and vest and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. His elbows were resting on his thighs and he was staring straight ahead at Dylan. The whole scene got Dylan's attention and his heart beat into overdrive. Vincent looked unbelievably hot. All the blood in DYlan's body went to his and somewhere else. Dylan's hands went to cover his front. Vincent smirked and Dylan almost spurted blood out at Vincent.