Dearly Beloved by Aviel

Neruda

Disclaimer: Though it saddens me to say it, I don’t own anything relating to Takahashi-sensei’s Inuyasha or "Poetry" by Pablo Neruda. However, the plot and/or ideas of this drabble series do belong to me.

A/N: Thought this was fitting to better explain Sesshoumaru’s heart and S/K’s relationship. This piece is like an expansion of Ch. 35. Update 3 of 7.

Chapter 71: Neruda

Sesshoumaru’s pen stilled when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his torso. He eyed the midnight tresses pooling over his shoulder and turned his head, accepting a kiss from his wife.

“Another poem?” she asked, peering down at the paper beneath his hands.

“Yes.” The man leaned back into her embrace, enjoying the sound of her soft laugh in his ears. He listened to her breathing, listening to the heart that beat in her chest. He focused on her warmth and the scent of her perfume, light and lovely and feminine.

“Can you read it to me?”

“It is not finished.”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “May I hear this part? Please?”

Sesshoumaru glanced down and nodded when he saw the verse she was pointing at.

“The whole stanza?”

“No, start from here and then…” She hummed thoughtfully. “End there.”

“All right.”

.  .  .

Something started in my soul,

fever or forgotten wings,

and I made my own way,

deciphering

that fire,

and I wrote the first faint line,

faint, without substance, pure

nonsense,

pure wisdom

of someone who knows nothing,

and suddenly I saw

the heavens

unfastened

and open.

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Original Posting Date: February 16, 2013

Prompt: For Kneazles’s “Valentine’s Day Countdown” Challenge, Verses

Words: 200