Love – III. Healing arms
-A momentary peace, not your own, as if the world depended on that warmth, on the warmth which turns cold in an instant, when your own is no longer enough. And broken I remain there, my arms around her, her beating heart. My senses fed by her essence, her scent. And I am lost. Lost in her, lost with her, though she does not care about me or the state I find myself in, as long as she feels her being lost is not loss because there is someone there. I try to break free, but my arms do not […]