1st Challenge for the SL-duel

[imma]

Author:

imma
Team: Lucius' Muggles
Title: The Scent of Love
Pairing: Lucius/Severus implied
Disclaimer: The characters and universe portrayed here are the sole intellectual and financial property of J.K.Rowling and no copyright infringement is intended. No money is made from this.
Rating/warnings: PG-13
Summary: Severus finally finds the scent he's always longed for.
A/N: This is an entry into first challenge of the Lucius/Severus Duel: A memorable ode to the former Potions Master's organ (nose). I know the approach is somewhat ... alternative and I normally don't even like the structure of these kinds of things. But it just wouldn't let go of me and demanded to be done. As I said to ldybastet, you might call it a visual modernistic poem where the shape corresponds with the content, and absolutely nothing rhymes *g*. Thank you to tarotgoddess108  for beta.
 

 

 
The Scent of Love

A scent, curling around me, as
snakes in the throes of passion
marking my memory so keenly…
A mark so deep, so real it might
never fade, forming my soul anew
connecting new pathways I never
thought possible. And yet they are.
They are real, tangible and there
In my life. I inhale again, to be
sure it's no mirage, no olfactory
delusion, created by my desires,
my secret needs and wants, hiding,
hidden, invisible to all but me. Inside
it becomes greater, the scent, filling my
world, possessing me like nothing else
ever could. It's an addiction, a dangerous
weakness I should not indulge in and yet I
do. I am lost, wonderfully lost, helpless in
the face of its power. So pure, so sharp, so
right, I cannot believe that I ever failed to
realise it was there, so close, so much more
than it objectively should be. How could it ever
elude me? How could it escape the notice of
what I so very clearly know is seen
as my most defining feature?
The stigma of my heritage, or is
it a blessing? But it was always
like that. Always just out of
my reach, forever those two
steps ahead. Never, ever
behind. A goal out of
bounds, a shiny prize
I strain for, a golden
promise for more. I
have it now, senses
filled, desires slaked,
I inhale, and it is
     Love.