POEM QUADROPTYCH by Nika
Summary:

I felt inspired... and poetic.


Categories: Pre-Escape Characters: Agent Alexander Mahone, Lincoln Burrows, Sara Tancredi, Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell
Genres: General
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 4 Completed: Yes Word count: 645 Read: 1620 Published: October 10, 2017 Updated: October 10, 2017

1. Chapter 1 by Nika

2. Chapter 2 by Nika

3. Chapter 3 by Nika

4. Chapter 4 by Nika

Chapter 1 by Nika

REVELATION

He is:
A question.
An answer.
A riddle.
A revelation.

Tantalizing.
Mesmerizing movement.

This boy is luscious.
Liquid grace.
Even his name rolls around the tongue like expensive whiskey.
Michael.
Michael.
He tastes it like a piece of cake.
A succulent fruit.
Michael.
The name of an angel.
A celestial being.
A holy warrior with fierce eyes and a gentle soul.

He is lost in it.
Lost in the kindness and arrogance and purity.
Lost in a maze of inked pathways.
Demons and angels warring on golden skin.
Patterned perfection over glorious muscles.

He can almost smell the boy.
His slender, graceful hands.
That lean curve of his hip.
The shadowed nape of his neck.
It´s like honey, amber and a faint trace of caramel.

He is:
A question.
An answer.
A riddle.
A revelation.

He is like poetry T-Bag thinks
and for a second
is amused by the literary comparison.
Sometimes white trailer-trash people
can and do read
and Dylan Thomas isn´t nothing to him.

 

 

Chapter 2 by Nika

RIDDLE

He is:
A question.
An answer.
A revelation.
A riddle.

Fascinating.
Enigmatic energy.

This boy is fickle.
Endearing contradiction.
Even his most honest answers leave her wondering.
Michael.
Michael.
He harbors so many secrets.
Yet he seems to be real.
Michael.
The secret keeper.
A janus god.
Two-faced yet true to a higher aim.

She is lost in it.
Lost in the sweetness and allure and beauty.
Lost in a web of precious moments.
Confusion and desire warring in emerald oceans.
Helpless surrender over better judgement.

She can almost taste the boy.
His genuine laughter.
That modulated, caressing voice.
The broken baritone of his plea.
It´s like velvet, silk and and a light touch of rain.

He is:
A question.
An answer.
A revelation.
A riddle.

He is like poetry Sara thinks
and for a second
is amused by the literary comparison.
Sometimes former addicts can and do
forgo their drug
and Scofield´s nothing short of that to her.

Chapter 3 by Nika

QUESTION

 

He is:
An answer.
A revelation.
A riddle.
A question.

Challenging.
Elusive enemy.

This boy is intangible.
Amazing artistry.
Even the best set-ups leave him searching.
Michael.
Michael.
He carries all his clues.
A cunning man.
Michael.
The brother´s keeper.
A mastermind.
A tapestry of hidden remedies to an old failure.

He is lost in it.
Lost in the cockiness and astute audacity.
Lost in a sketch of tattooed secrets.
Caution and arrogance warring in layers of ink.
Precise preparation over animal instinct.

He can almost see the boy.
His hunted breath.
That superior, victorious sweat.
The stench of the inevitable.
It´s like shanks, guns and a subtle touch of desperation.

He is:
An answer.
A revelation.
A riddle.
A question.

He is like poetry Mahone thinks
and for a second
is amused by the literary comparison.
Sometimes a special agent can and does
replace the acceptable to achieve the impossible.

Chapter 4 by Nika

ANSWER

 

He is:
A riddle.
A revelation.
A question.
An answer.

Unexpected.
Trusted territory.

This boy is home.
Precious possibility.
Even the darkest hour still has him hoping.
Michael.
Michael.
He mutters his name in his sleep.
A silver lining.
Michael.
The golden child.
A selfless savior.
A last resort with genius mind and battered soul.

He is lost in it.
Lost in the hope and guilt and love.
Lost in a puzzle of opportunities.
Fear and responsibility warring on mind and soul.
Loving dedication overcoming all obstacles.

He can almost feel the boy.
His stubborn will.
That blazing force of intellect.
The little boy with tear-filled eyes.
It´s like origami, mom and a delicate drop of after shave.

He is:
A riddle.
A revelation.
A question.
An answer.

He is like poetry Lincoln thinks
and for a second
is amused by the literary comparison.
Sometimes brothers can and do lose each other and now Michael means everything to him.

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