Title: Heart of Darkness
Summary: Cordy's thoughts...hm
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Feedback: yes please.
Distribution: This story can be archived by whom ever just as long as I get all the praise.
Disclaimer: This is a non-for profit deal. Please don't sue me. Joss owns the girls and Pablo Neruda is the master of the amazing organization of the words in red.
A/N: The Neruda poem is entitled "Ode to the Black Panther." I read it and was blown away by the imagery and somehow it reminded me of Faith. Go figure, anyway, I highly recommend his poetry.
Heart of Darkness
She holds my gaze as she enters me. I can feel her intensity. I can feel all the years of her pain and suffering. I feel her hurt, her sorrow. She wants to apologize for her dark gift, but I welcome it. I welcome her.
with mineral eyes
her scorn, her burning
She holds my gaze as her fingers slide inside me, back and forth, back and forth. Deep down in my soul I know that I am her captive, a captive to the mystery that she holds. It is in that mystery where I will find her, where I will find myself. So I know now is the time to submit to what I'm feeling, or risk losing her.
"...and her eyes were
a wild door."
She holds my gaze as I cum. And I let go. I am desperately gasping for air, for life. But, I am drowning in her. I am completely submerged in her. She is all I can see, all I can taste, all I can feel. She is everywhere and her essence saturates me. And I let go. She collapses on top of me, melting into me, spent, sated, loved. She is my darkness, and I her light.
like fire, and, like smoke,
when she closed her eyes
she became the invisible, unencompassable night."