Your arms are around me, tightly. I'm wearing a tank top and jeans but I can feel your fingertips brushing against my skin with such a gentle intensity that I start to shake and I cling to you.
Crying in a ball in my bedroom and you held me until my tears were gone and I'm breathing you in you smell like candy wafers and honey.
I brush your hair behind your ears and you're sleeping but god you're alluring. I kiss your forehead and make my way down your stairs because lord knows if anyone knew I was in your room for as long as I was, the flames of hell would commit arson on my gravestone.
The flames would taste like candy wafers. Your shirt would tightly envelop me in only a way that you did in that dark room.
I am intimidated by the darkness of this house. I am fearful of what lurks in the shadows of the hallways. You don't let me look. You keep your eyes locked on mine talking about things in a haphazard manner to the point the demons in the hallway go to sleep for long enough for me to breathe out. In. Out. You.
The demons dance to the ringing of your sound waves making their ways down the dark hallways.
You're engulfing me in emotion and I don't know how to process this flood of feeling.
I'm apprehensive of the skeletons in my closet that can tear my lungs apart but nothing can happen to me when you're here.
You stare my dismembered bones in the eyes and they cower at the intensity you bring into the room.
