Weary every so weary Blackpanther thought it was 3am in the morning he didn't know what woke him but he was now awake, not able to go back to sleep he decided to go downstairs and make a cup of Coffee. He knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep anymore. There was something on his desk in his office he picked it up and took a look
I Love you
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
BlackPanther was a little took back by this poem he wasn't sure who it was from, his first thought was Crystal but she hasn't seem interested of late. All he knew is that he wanted love and that he was going to find the person that left it for him.
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BlackPanther is in the bathtub before he was heading out to take care of some business at his nightclub in Seattle, He put on his suit and checks the side pocket like he normally does before heading out, He finds another love poem.
I love you first, but afterwards
I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
BlackPanther didn't know weather this was creepy or kinda fun but he was going to find out who this mystery person was. It could just be a trap.
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BlackPanther leaves the Nightclub in Seattle to come home to find another poem on the fire place, this time it felt weird not that it didn't feel weird in the first place. He picked up the poem and started to read it.
I'll Open the window
Our embrace lasted too long.
We loved right down to the bone.
I hear the bones grind, I see
our two skeletons.
Now I am waiting
till you leave, till
the clatter of your shoes
is heard no more. Now, silence.
Tonight I am going to sleep alone
on the bedclothes of purity.
Aloneness
is the first hygienic measure.
Aloneness
will enlarge the walls of the room,
I will open the window
and the large, frosty air will enter,
healthy as tragedy.
Human thoughts will enter
and human concerns,
misfortune of others, saintliness of others.
They will converse softly and sternly.
Do not come anymore.
I am an animal
very rarely.
BlackPanther began to realise this was his ex wife playing tricks on him. Obviously she thought it was BlackPanther's fault that there son was dead.
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