Author: Broken Angel
Title: Untitled II
Pairings: M/K
Rating: R
Summary: Poem. Mulder ponders the effect he has on Krycek.
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Disclaimer: Not mine. *pout*


Untitled II
by Broken Angel

You're looking at me again
          that hard, green-eyed stare
  that holds all of my
                     unasked
                     unanswerable questions
        within its jade depths
Your cold demeanor
          barely wavers
  as your lips impart secrets
      I would have given my soul for.
What did you give -
   and why are you telling me?
It seems to me
        that I can see my death in your eyes
   but is it, perhaps, merely a reflection
                          of my own bitterness?
Your hand is so steady, holding the cold black pistol
   and the frost in your voice
                        chills my soul.
But still, I hear a faintly redeeming warmth
 that whispers along the edges of your syllables
      the electricity between us
                      that you can not deny.
For all your deadly beauty
   your one-armed, serpentine grace,
 the swiftness of your death-dealing blows
                 for all of that
I can find the cracks in your armor
 the hidden weaknesses of your human vulnerability
          can turn your cold to heat
                   your ice to fire
               and your anger to need - to lust.
For, despite all the threats, the curses, the heavy-handed blows
   I know I possess you, body and soul...
 and to think it all started with a kiss.
              -Broken Angel