From: Kits1013@aol.com
Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 16:09:04 EST
Subject: Gather Ye Rosebuds by Shelba
Source: direct

TITLE:  155 words: Gather Ye Rosebuds  
AUTHOR: Shelba 
E-MAIL:  kits@aol.com
DISTRIBUTION: Ephemeral, Gossamer, Spooky's 
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you haven't,  I'd appreciate a note to let 
me know where it goes 
RATING: PG
CATEGORIES: Angst, Challenge fic, 155 words 
KEYWORDS:   Angst, Mulder/Scully Romance
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY:None.

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to 1013; 
their souls belong to David Duchovny and 
Gillian Anderson. 

Author's Notes: Completed Feb,6 2005 Written 
in response to Sallie's 155-word Valentine's 
Day challenge on BTT. Elements: Hearts and flowers. 
More notes at the end.  
Feedback: Yes, please.




"Gather Ye Rosebuds"

The roses at my bedside were delivered today. 
No name on the delivery slip, save mine. No 
way to know who brought them. No card reveals 
who sent them, but my heart knows.

My partner, my love, is gone, but I feel his 
love in every silken petal, the sting of his 
absence with the prick of each tiny thorn.

The perfumed beauty of the roses lulls me to sleep.
 
In dreams Mulder holds me as I ache for him 
to do in the waking world. His lips are full 
and soft against my skin. Languid and silken, 
his tongue dances with mine. 

His body wraps around mine and I am cocooned 
in his warmth. We are enveloped in our own 
reality: a universe where nothing can harm us; 
nothing can separate us. 

I long for a world where the dark holds no monsters; 
there are no children lost in 
starlight, and we are together again.


Fin

Thanks to Sallie for the challenge and to Char
for creating Believe the Truth.

Thank you to Circe for the lovely home she 
created for my fic at
http://invidiosa.com/shelba/index.html
Thanks to Carol, Robin, and Char for looking 
this over and to Robin for the title. I love
you all, ladies.

The title comes from the first line of the poem 
"To the Virgins,to Make Much of Time," by the 
17th Century English poet Robert Herrick.


"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying."

The entire poem is available at Bartleby(dot)com.

Thank you for reading!