Do you know this fic?

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This is a tough one. I can't remember which fic I read where Spike quotes Pablo Neruda's Sonnet 17 to Buffy - including in a really hot love scene where he quotes each line in between his - ahem - attentions to Buffy. Can anyone remember the fic?

Here's the poem:

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.