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Ruby Saves the Devil
I lay awake, my mind racing. 2:22am. Placing my feet on the floor, I feel a hand clasp around my wrist. Startled, I turned to see him. Yes, Him. In my bed, sleeping. I tilt my head, slightly confused. He's here? In my bed? Like a reflex, he reached for me, but he was asleep. I try to break free, but his grip tightens.
"My Lord?" I whisper. No answer. No movement. No sound. I lay my hand upon his chest, and like my touch brought him back to life, he inhales deeply...but doesn't wake.
"My Lord, are you alright?" A moan escapes his lips. I lean in closely, laying my head upon his chest. I feel tension in his body. Something isn't right. I look up to him, my chin supporting my position. His chest, lightly dusted with dark auburn hair. I trace my finger from his temple, slowly down to his jawline, over his thin lips. Mmm, thinking about them on my skin makes me sweat. I reach up to kiss those lips, but his hand grabs my throat first. I freeze, not knowing what to do. I grip my hands around his arm. " My Lord!" I croak, unable to speak. "M-My Lord….please!" He stands, pinning me against the wall behind me, and lifting my feet off the ground. My heart goes into overdrive instantly. I can practically hear it knocking at my door. Hes fighting something...or someone in his sleep. His eyes are still closed. Whatever conniption that has plagued My Lord is a threat, to him and me. I try to fight off his hand, but cannot. His grip getting tighter with every move I make.
"M-my L-" his grip tightens. He wont let go. I struggle, trying to weaken his grip, but to no avail. How do I wake him? How do I make him see I'm not the enemy? His heart is my heart. His soul is my soul, and his mind is my mind. I calm myself as much as possible. Closing my eyes, I think only of him. Last time he appeared in my mirror because i was unconsciously thinking of him. Maybe I can wake him. I love him. He's all that I have. He makes me feel like I can conquer the world, but all I want is for him to conquer me. I give him everything. I owe him everything. A tear streams down my face, as I mouthed the words…
"My Lord. You are my all. Everything I am, was, and will be, I owe to you." I hear him gasp deeply, as if awoken from a deep sleep. That's the last thing I hear before I fall to the floor. But….I still feel. I feel him. His confusion. Not understanding what's happened, and then...his fear as he discovers me on the ground. His mind racing. Over and over and over he thinks that. I feel his hands under me as he lifts me and takes me back to the bed. His hands on my chest, a rhythmic pumping. Hes performing CPR. I feel him, despair seeping in, as he fears the worst. His thoughts wonder off. The first day he saw me. Sitting in the corner of that little coffee shop. So immersed in my book, I didnt even see him sit in front of me. After I realized...he chuckles. I remember that day as well. I never did finish that book. Like a shock, or a jolt of lightning, air fills my lungs again. Inhaling deeply, my lungs don't feel like they're enough to hold all the air I'm taking in. He's there, his arms around me. My sanctum, my shrine, my holy place. He looks at me, his eyes glistening like stars in a night sky.
"Ruby I...I am so...so…." He looks away. His fear overtook him. His fear of hurting me...almost came true. I turn his face back to me.
"My Lord...please…"
"I almost...lost you. I-." He looks away again, pulling his face away from my hand.
"What happened? Tell me, please." He looks at me. His sternness piercing into me.
"I don't know. I was battling myself. Thinking of all the things that are wrong with me, the evil in me that wishes to truly devour you. The hunger and need I feel for you every second. The terror...that you will eventually leave." He looks away again, not wanting to show his anger...his sadness.
"You brought me back. You. My anchor. You brought me back." I lay my head in his lap, my action startling him.
"You are mine, and I am yours. Everything that I am, was and will be, I owe to you" His lips bury into mine as I feel his love. It radiates off of him like the light from the sun. His hand strokes my cheek, tracing my features.
"My Ruby. My darling gem...I love you more than life itself. Forgive me."
"All is forgiven My Lord. All is forgiven. You can put those fears to rest. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep, the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."
© PhoenixRisingPoetry
"My Lord?" I whisper. No answer. No movement. No sound. I lay my hand upon his chest, and like my touch brought him back to life, he inhales deeply...but doesn't wake.
"My Lord, are you alright?" A moan escapes his lips. I lean in closely, laying my head upon his chest. I feel tension in his body. Something isn't right. I look up to him, my chin supporting my position. His chest, lightly dusted with dark auburn hair. I trace my finger from his temple, slowly down to his jawline, over his thin lips. Mmm, thinking about them on my skin makes me sweat. I reach up to kiss those lips, but his hand grabs my throat first. I freeze, not knowing what to do. I grip my hands around his arm. " My Lord!" I croak, unable to speak. "M-My Lord….please!" He stands, pinning me against the wall behind me, and lifting my feet off the ground. My heart goes into overdrive instantly. I can practically hear it knocking at my door. Hes fighting something...or someone in his sleep. His eyes are still closed. Whatever conniption that has plagued My Lord is a threat, to him and me. I try to fight off his hand, but cannot. His grip getting tighter with every move I make.
"M-my L-" his grip tightens. He wont let go. I struggle, trying to weaken his grip, but to no avail. How do I wake him? How do I make him see I'm not the enemy? His heart is my heart. His soul is my soul, and his mind is my mind. I calm myself as much as possible. Closing my eyes, I think only of him. Last time he appeared in my mirror because i was unconsciously thinking of him. Maybe I can wake him. I love him. He's all that I have. He makes me feel like I can conquer the world, but all I want is for him to conquer me. I give him everything. I owe him everything. A tear streams down my face, as I mouthed the words…
"My Lord. You are my all. Everything I am, was, and will be, I owe to you." I hear him gasp deeply, as if awoken from a deep sleep. That's the last thing I hear before I fall to the floor. But….I still feel. I feel him. His confusion. Not understanding what's happened, and then...his fear as he discovers me on the ground. His mind racing.
"Ruby I...I am so...so…." He looks away. His fear overtook him. His fear of hurting me...almost came true. I turn his face back to me.
"My Lord...please…"
"I almost...lost you. I-." He looks away again, pulling his face away from my hand.
"What happened? Tell me, please." He looks at me. His sternness piercing into me.
"I don't know. I was battling myself. Thinking of all the things that are wrong with me, the evil in me that wishes to truly devour you. The hunger and need I feel for you every second. The terror...that you will eventually leave." He looks away again, not wanting to show his anger...his sadness.
"You brought me back. You. My anchor. You brought me back." I lay my head in his lap, my action startling him.
"You are mine, and I am yours. Everything that I am, was and will be, I owe to you" His lips bury into mine as I feel his love. It radiates off of him like the light from the sun. His hand strokes my cheek, tracing my features.
"My Ruby. My darling gem...I love you more than life itself. Forgive me."
"All is forgiven My Lord. All is forgiven. You can put those fears to rest. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep, the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."
© PhoenixRisingPoetry
