oak shelving

Dust Variations

I.
I would like to be the dust,
stowing away on your fingertips,
when you pull a slender volume
of seldom-read poetry off
the oak shelves of a nearly-
vacant library.

II.
The library doesn’t need to be
nearly-vacant: it could be full
of school children, of politicians,
of artists, and I would still like
to be the dust your fingertips
glean from poetry books no
one has read, but you, since
I last read them.

III.
I would like to be the dust
on your fingertips, and your
fingertips, gliding along each
rhyming line, and each line
the poet never rhymed with
anything. I would like to be
your fingertips, touching
poetry, and the dust on your
fingertips, touching poetry.

IV.
I would like to be the dust
of poetry you are touching.

V.
I would like to be the dust of a
nearly-vacant library, rhymed
on your fingertips with every
word you read.

VI.
The dust does not have to be
that of a nearly-vacant library:
it could be the dust of school
children, of artists, of politicians,
and I would still like to be dust
rhyming with you.

VII.
I would like to be the dust
of poetry you have touched.

Prompts 115, 116, 118- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  prompts 115, 116 and 118 for remus x reader bc I’m such in a needy mood for moony, gee! AND GOOD LUCK ON YOUR EXAMS!! You’ll slay it ❤

Y/N shivers slightly as a breeze slips in through the open bedroom window. She looks around the room, scattered clothes on one half of the carpeted floor, the other half perfectly neat, crimson curtains suddenly dancing in another crisp gust of wind that made the pretty girl shudder once again, as she walks towards the closet on the tidied side of the room, opening it and looking around, careful to not disturb the order of the clothes carefully stacked on oak shelves.


A few moments later, a satisfied smile spread across her face as she pulled out a navy blue dress shirt about twice her size and slid it up her slim hands, wrapping it around her body and buttoning the bottom half of it up, turning around swiftly when she heard the hardwood floor creak and met a familiar pair of light brown eyes looking at her. She felt her cheeks redden and averted her glance, smiling widely.


“Why are you wearing my shirt?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the girl practically drowning in the shirt, her eyes wide as they met his.
“I was cold, and you weren’t here,” a slightly defensive tone was present in her voice as she pouted it, “If you mind, I can–”


“Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.” he rushed to get his words out, slightly stunned at the rush he felt at seeing his girlfriend in one of his dress shirts. He walked towards her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, as she closed her eyes lightly and smiled, leaning on his hand and grasping his wrist with her small fingers.


“You think so?” she wondered, eyes still closed, a blissful smile on her face, “Can I keep it?” she opens one eye and sticks her tongue out at his green flecked eyes rolling.


“Why don’t you just move in here, huh?” he said, lifting her up as she squealed happily, wrapping her arms around his head and burying her face into his hair. 

‘’Because your roommates are too messy,’’ she chuckled.

An unseen smile appeared on his face, against the navy blue fabric that covered her stomach. He walked over to the bed, his hands firm on the small of her back until he reached the bed and lowered her onto it, her laugh tickling the chambers of his heart. He turned his back to the bed and let himself fall next to her.

She looked at his profile and smiled as she lay down on her side, absorbing every part of his presence. He rolled over clumsily, prompting another giggle to fall from her lips as he draped his arm over her stomach and placed his head on her chest.


“I love you, you know that?” his voice cracked slightly as she ran her fingers through his hair and felt her soul smile at his words.


“I know. I love you,” she said, putting her hand under his chin and bringing her soft lips to his.


They pulled apart and he placed his head next to her neck, placing soft kisses on its skin and sending electricity running through her veins and love running through her mind as he placed a soft kiss on her collarbone before placing his chin on her chest and looking up at her, wide smiles on both their faces as sun rays shone upon the embraced lovers.