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When it's dark

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When it’s dark, my love goes about,

a-field, to sate his strange desire.

Wolf growls within, moon’s high without

when it’s dark. My love goes about

a-romp in fur and muzzle-snout

until musts combust, lusts expire.

When it’s dark, my love goes about,

a-field, to sate his strange desire.

 

When it’s night, my love goes about,

alone, to find his mirror dark,

his sip of brine in madness drought.

When it’s dark, my love goes about

to blood-tease, brain-taunt, clever-tout.

Two nightingales indulge a lark.

When it’s night, my love goes about,

alone, to find his mirror dark.


“Going out tonight, Sherlock?”

“When it’s dark, John. You?”

“Yeah, when it’s dark.”

John smiled. Sherlock smiled.

The exchange was a performance of a silly, domestic script, one of a few in which they indulged.

Silly, for it was already dark. Dusk, that is. It had to be or Sherlock would not be awake and preparing to don the most wickedly handsome suit that he owned.  

It was a new suit, one whose dark silhouette, sumptuous fabric, and master tailoring were striking to even John’s unsophisticated eye. John’s mouth had watered when Sherlock first modeled it, but the sight of it now, hanging on the door of a magnificent mahogany wardrobe, only filled John with a mix of appreciation, for the beauty of the garment; pride, at how well it, well, suited his partner; and gratitude, that he got to share his life with this enthralling, and exceedingly well-turned-out, being.

Like a priceless work of art hanging in one’s sitting room. Or dressing room, as it were.

Sherlock Holmes. And the suit.

But John had no time or taste for further musing.

The full moon was already rising.

And he was late.

“I’m going,” he said, throwing a heavy bag on his shoulder and, once more, checking the two large shopping bags of provisions.

“Have fun,” said Sherlock, standing before a mirror empty of his reflection.

“You, too, but be careful.”

“Always, John.”

A second domestic script, but this one was always punctuated with a chaste kiss.

And then John was gone.