My Arms

I smiled at you slyly, as I crept up close. Why are you crying, might I ask? There is nothing to fear my dear. You are safe with me, climb into my arms, and you’ll be free. Why do you think the angels tread so light? Not even God himself would dare come close to this place, and the devil leaves it a barren sight. No one will ever understand. My eyes will forever dance in your head. You think you are free? Oh child, you’ll come back to me. You may yearn for safety, but you will only find it in my arms, for, dear, I hold your life in my hands, your soul in my heart, and your desires in my harms. I own you and don’t you ever forget. Running a finger down her cheek, I wiped away the tear, and then I went in deep. So wonderful, how I revel in this delicious delight, taking yet another bite, licking my plate clean. After so many times, I don’t even have to fight. I will always get what I want. You, I will always own. My arms are so strong, they caress you, they keep you ahold.  I promise to kill you, I whispered in her ear. You’ll never forget that I’ll always be near. My name is destruction, I’ll fuck up your head. But precious, remember, you’re better off dead.

Unspoken

Words weren’t made that are beautiful enough to contain you. You escape them every time they try to capture you in a spoken phrase, a whispered confession of love, or a plaintive cry for you. Your beauty, love, heart, and soul ascend existing language. So to describe you, the only way is to create a new tongue, to twist around the given ways, until something is created that can enrapture everything that you are. As I am not gifted in a dialect so advanced, maybe even too forward for my love drunk mind to ever fathom, I will have to fall back upon these feeble words that do no justice to you. If a god falls down from the heavens to grace me with a gift for ardent prose, there will be an immediate outpouring of everything that, for now, remains unsaid. But I do want you to know just how much I feel it, swirling around in my being, making my heart swell and lungs expel every breath for you. So for now, I’ll utter the simplest, yet most entangled, phrase that my soul can muster: I love you.