he holds me close
hip bones to hip bones
does he feel them scratch against each other?
scars and pain burried deep between us
all shields and swords down on the ground
he left them at my doorstep
rough hands, bloody and bruised
He got me jaded and he faded
but now here we are
once more
.
.


let me hold you, he whispers in the dark
roses in my hair but they start to show their thorns
blood running down my face and my chest
he's holding my mind and my heart
"love, where do we go from here?"
but he won't answer
he's just holding me closer
hip bones to hip bones
soul touching soul
.
.



© nijiro