FIC Torchwood poem: Jack's Pick...

[fajrdrako_fic]

fatchickengirl challenged damalan to write a short piece of Torchwood poetry of eight syllables per line. His poem, End of Days, is here.

I couldn't resist doing the same, with my own 'constraint'. fatchickengirl and damalan were okay with that. Seems to me this form of poetic drabble ficlet thingummy should have a name of its own.

And strangely enough, mine is a Jack/Gwen piece. Have I written any of those before? I don't think so, but I've thought about it.


Jack's Pick

Gwen Cooper, Cardiff constable,
Was chosen by Jack, who liked her
Energetic intuition.
Not hard on the eyes, either. Good.

Courageous, mouthy, reckless, cute.
Only in the gun room, hot breath
On warm skin, a lesson in touch,
Pure sensuality, teasing
Erotic thoughts and bone-deep needs.
Resist. Retreat. Don't let this drift.

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