A Poem and a crack!rec

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::grins:: can you say rival!slash??

First Person Demonstrative

I'd rather
heave half a brick than say
I love you, though I do
I'd rather
crawl in a hole than call you
darling, though you are
I'd rather
wrench off an arm than hug you though
it's what I long to do
I'd rather
gather a posy of poison ivy than
ask if you love me

so if my
hair doesn't stand on end it's because
I never tease it
and if my
heart isn't in my mouth it's because
it knows its place
and if I
don't take a bite of your ear it's because
gristle gripes my guts
and if you
miss the message better get new
glasses and read it twice

- PHYLLIS GOTLIEB (via here)


also, this is the only way you'd see me reading Mal/Simon:

Mal and Simon had just fallen apart, sweaty and sated, on Simon's bed (since the beds in the passenger dorms were more spacious and comfortable than the bunks in crew quarters) when River bounded in. "Can I play?" she asked.

Mal cursed in Chinese and tried to cover himself with the sheet. It was too tightly tucked for him to pull it over himself, so he settled for using a pillow. "We're not playing, little girl," he growled.

"Yes, you are," River said, settling between them, on her back, leaning on her elbows. "You're playing at being broken, and Simon's playing at fixing you, when you know you're not really broken, and you," she looked at her brother, "know that sexual therapy is a medically approved treatment for depression only when administered by a licensed Companion." She switched gears again, smiling broadly. "I know," she said. "I'll be the crazy sister."

Before either Mal or Simon could comment on that, she had knelt up and was wriggling out of her dress.

::sporfles:: (jmtorres, from here)

Also! She wrote Roy/The Hughes (ie. Gracia/Roy/Hughes)! ::bliss::

Comments

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emungere could make you read Mal/Simon. I'm just sayin'.

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oooo ::scurries over to see::