MyriadMush.Net: Centuries of Solitude

February 04, 2006

I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me
I know you'll miss me blind
Bet you got a good gun
Bet you know how
To have some fun
And then
You turn it around on me
Because I'm better
Than the rest of the men
I say you'll miss me
And you always do
I say you'll miss me
Now would I lie to you
Now there's no need
To demand
Grab my golden hand
I'll teach you
And you'll never be sure
If the way that you need
Is too much like greed
Decide if you are rich or you're poor
Bet you make the fool run
Bet you know how
To make it last forever
But you know
I'm never really sure
If you're just kissing to be clever

Because this love
That I have to give
Must be better than that kind
It can make you rich
It can make you poor
But I know that
You'll miss me blind...

Ian sits up, his head tilting to the left. The sound wafts to his hearing, though not the room, and for a moment, it's difficult to discern the truth of it. But then he smiles, realizing his senses have brought the kitchens all the way to his bed.

It is early, and he turns over to the man beside him. Closing his eyes, Ian returns to the resting drift of the last minutes of this day's slumber, his arm lazily sliding around his husband as he nuzzles his nose into his dark hair.

Posted by Criseyde at February 04, 2006 11:56 PM