You know how I said there was only one more batch of William haiku to go? As I feared, a Brownie drop-out's honor is, indeed, not good for much. Every time I think I have a scene down to irreducible parts, it shivers into ever smaller pieces. Darn JM and his multilayered performance! Darn him to heck! Honest and for true, though, this is the next-to-last-one. Yep. Many thanks to Mister Beta for long-distance concrit and to
philips for emergency haiku rescue. BtVS, S5. PG. Previous parts here.
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I.
Not a pickpocket—
what need has she of a purse?
She can have his soul.
II.
“I see what you want.”
How? Trembles as she draws close . . .
drops the magic word.
III.
Cool caress inflames.
Desire blooms like blood in snow,
a creeping red stain.
IV.
“Do you want it?” Yes.
Not sure what she’s offering;
dying to find out.
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I.
Not a pickpocket—
what need has she of a purse?
She can have his soul.
II.
“I see what you want.”
How? Trembles as she draws close . . .
drops the magic word.
III.
Cool caress inflames.
Desire blooms like blood in snow,
a creeping red stain.
IV.
“Do you want it?” Yes.
Not sure what she’s offering;
dying to find out.
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