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12 April 2006 @ 07:53 pm
Prison Break Fanfiction: Night Vision  
Author: HalfshellVenus
Category: Lincoln/Michael or Sam/Dean (Slash, Drabble-Poem)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Slash, established relationship. 100-word drabble poem of lovemaking.
Authors Notes: Written for poisontaster, who requested a 100-word Lincoln/Michael drabble either Pre or Post-prison. Also for fanfic100, where I have the Slash pairing of Lincoln and Michael. This is for prompt #23, “Lovers.” Because of the nature of the fandoms, this can also be read as Sam/Dean rather than Lincoln/Michael: pick your pairing. :)



They slip/sigh
Whisper/writhe
Sweep and stroke and buck and choke
With fingers, lips and quiet words
With thought and touch and sharp intent.
Light filters past as skin follows and flows,
Brushing pillow/sheet/softness
In wanton motion, tender strength.
Lips seek and merge in feeling
Falling slower, deeper, yes-there
Trailing farther, faster, fuller
Down to Please and Oh and Yes.

They bend and hold and break and fold.
Each the other’s
Brother/lover.
Spent and sated, soulful, sweet
Voices rise and drift in answer and promise:

Will You? floats like a breath of tomorrow,
Always soothes like a stream heard in darkness.

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: PB slashhalfshellvenus on April 16th, 2006 04:54 am (UTC)
Please don't take offense, for none is intended, but my general thoughts about poetry are, uh, why bother? I mean, the thoughts/feelings conveyed are usually so nebulous, so*general* that the reader quite often needs a road map to interpret the poem.
It kind of depends on the poet/poem. I tend to like surrealism and the subliminal a lot, so I have a higher tolerance for that. I really like T.S. Eliot (he is the poetry equivalent of the composer Ravel to me), and Dylan Thomas, and a little-known American poet named Weldon Kees. Swinborne (dark and lyrical), Shakespeare. BUT admittedly, many fans of literature have less love for poetry, so you are not alone...

I could very
easily picture Michael & Lincoln in your words and most particularly in the following passage: "In wanton motion, tender strength. Lips seek and merge in feeling." Very, very sensual. I really enjoyed reading this.

Thank you!

This is very much like a fic, just told through poetry. It's an interlude of lovemaking, but the style of describing it is different. And it does give a different feeling to it, doesn't it?

Glad you enjoyed it-- and that it wasn't mystifying ;)

Heaven knows what style I'll try next. Maybe an entire fic told in "Dude" language. :0