Title: Lest We Wonder

Square Filled: Crush

Warning: None

Summary: Imagine lying next to your love, basked in the moonlight as he traces his gentle fingers on your skin as you read a poem he made for you. Sam lazily reads the text, humming in content as Bucky presses hesitant kisses on the man's shoulder. The poem just spoke too much words Bucky couldn't say at first, and Sam adores it, overwhelmed at the emotion it gave him.

Word Count: 820

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Set a hand over my heart.

What do you feel?

.

Do you hear the drumming,

The gentle caress of waves

Upon fantastical shorelines,

The terror in my chest that

Aches at every breath you take?

.

Do you hear people singing in liberty,

People screaming for justice,

People uplifting other people,

All in your sacred name?

All for the bed you made?

.

Do you hear the sky booming

In an expanse of colors,

The gunfire and cannons that

Frenzy in this narrow cage,

All in a war for your presence?

.

Do you sense the gratitude in my chest,

One that spirals in everlasting madness,

All in your name,

All in your presence,

All in your love?

.

Set a hand on my lips.

What do you feel?

.

Do you hear the fireworks going off

At the slightest gentle touch of them,

The sound of rain when your touch

Leaves a cold print on them,

Or Cupid's Hymn of Love itself?

.

Do you see how my lips turn red

At the slightest touch on them,

How my eyes sparked in awe,

How my cheeks flared in scarlet,

How my lips read my soul?

.

Do you think of these lips and feel

The contentedness of knowing that

It's all yours,

For all of me and my body and soul

Are yours no matter who adores it?

.

Samuel Wilson.

Set a hand on my love.

Do you feel it?

.

Do you feel the life revibrating at the walls,

Aching to be released upon a cruel earth,

Knowing that it would surpass anything,

Even the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Could do nothing but stare at wonder?

.

"Who is this man who aches at the arms

Of his beloved?" They will ask. "Who is this

Man who shies away from the affection he

Craves so much, he starves himself off of it?"

.

I, James Buchanan Barnes,

Love you,

Samuel Thomas Wilson,

To the point of starvation

And gluttony, above all

.

God would shun us from heaven and back,

Lest we let ourselves wonder and be free to love,

He would let us in with open arms, saying:

"Dear children, let us not love with words or

Speech but with actions and in truth."

.

And we did, My Love.

We mixed ourselves

In wine and Labor

And have become

The best of the worst

.

I try to be religious, and I am, so I say to you:

"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth-

For your love is more delightful than wine."

And it is. It's drunkenness I feel with you

Yet there isn't a drop of wine on my lips

.

It's you, Sam, that merges religions

Of all types into three words, and it is

Goodness

Justice

And Service

.

For when I forget your face every night

I see an angel instead of you;

Sitting on his steeple, high above us,

With wings made of gold and iron

It cracks the sky in half when you fly

.

It's you, Sam, that surpasses Icarus,

For his actions were recalled as

Recklessness, yet, you?

It's an act of service, a dying wish

From the oceans that tried to drown you

.

It's you, Sam, that sends a man like me

Into a state of utter bliss in one smile,

In one tender touch of a finger,

In one tender show of a smile,

In one tender action of love.

.

It's you, Sam Wilson, that makes me breathless

To the point where I'm asking myself:

"Which is more merciful: The kindness of

Death, or the tongue of my love?" Yet

It's neither, as they were both the same idea

.

It's the fear that kills me and revives me

Which urges me to live, love, and laugh

Just for you, just for my love, just for my

Man, my man of vibrant colors of love

And service and life. So full of life.

.

It's you, Sam Wilson,

It was always you

That deserves my love

And your love to me

Was it not?

.

I love, I love, I love,

And it pains me so

.

It pains me that it is reciprocated.

Just as much as I give to you,

You give it as much as I did, and

It never falters, not once, not ever

.

It's you that makes me realize

That I, Bucky Barnes, need

Love, as much as you do

.

It's you, Sam Wilson, that makes me

Want to go down on one knee and ask:

"Will you say I do, forever and more?"

.

And you'd say "I do" despite my fears

.

Because you don't say "I don't" to love

You commit yourself to Love,

You commit yourself to service,

You commit yourself to your Love,

And it's the most beautiful thing

.

How you just feel,

And be assured,

"This man does."

.

This man loves me,

As much as "I do."

.

Set a hand on my hand,

Samuel Wilson,

And feel.

.

Do you feel it too?

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