His head rests against her back
and warm blankets of comfort cover their souls
His arm is wrapped around her hip
as under the gentle tingle of his breath
he says:
"You should stay with me here."
From the depth of his love these sounds gurgle out of him.
"You know I can't."
she answers.
And he knows.
Yet in this moment what he knows is irrelevant.
He wants.
"I wish you would let me fix you."
He pulls her just a little bit closer.
"You can't. I have to fix myself."
He writhes under the thought of her torture.
Holding her now he is overwhelmed by sensitivity.
He shouldn't have said it again.
"I'm sorry."
He apologizes for pressuring her.
She understands.
But when she's not with him he feels so alone.
Knowing her now he senses
he was alone all his previous life.
"It's too comfortable being with you."
she says.
"It's too easy. You shield me from the world."
She has run away long enough.
She can't allow herself to cower in his arms.
Risking the chance of losing him is worth it,
because she stands the chance of winning her self.
She inches closer to him.
"I just wish you would let me love you."
With his sigh his hand descends down her back.
"Do you love me?"
he asks at the door fourteen hours later.
"More than I have told you."
Her hand soothes his burning cheeks.
"Be patient with me."
Patience doesn't suit him well.
As they cling to each other both are afraid.
Easily lifting her up in his arms
he thinks:
"She is so small."
Squeezing him with all her might
she thinks:
"He is so safe."
