If hate could kiss,
would it be beautiful?
If love would last,
could it be kind?
* * *
Scent of past love lingers,
clinging like lace against my skin,
tattoos of pain no one can see,
intimate like a friend, like a torturer,
intimate like a friend, like a kidnapper,
intimate like a friend, like an executioner.
The scent of love lingers.
Okay, I love your whole project, and I love this in particular. The lines in italics are such a perfect summary of Spike/Buffy! And it’s amazing how you’ve made this wacky, fun episode into something poignant and true.
I need to tell all my fandom friends about you.
Thank you for your thoughtful comments. Buffy made me a better poet and through poetry I gained a deeper appreciation for all things Buffy!
That sounds wonderful. ^^ I’m happy to hear it.
This is stunning! Such a perfect encapsulation of Spuffy, and of the true price of the spell