
Holding her tight in his embrace,
weak and helpless his hearts a race.
A knight in armor fighting he thinks,
to bring her comfort as she sleeps.
In his arms she waits to pretend,
staying skin upon skin.
So inviting even in “NO”
an hour or two then she shall go.
Breathing slows and trembles cease,
as long as he thinks she’s in peace.
Warm his breath against her neck,
singing a lullaby he’ll never guess.
Fighting the slumber she lays awake,
wanting to fall she can no longer fake.
There before she slips into battle,
Comfort the key his arms have settled.
As she sleeps the demons stir,
behind her eyes they torture her.
Through the dreams realities they twist,
feeding, playing, illusions and myths.
Desire and fantasy become death and guilt,
Bringing fear to the days unfelt.
A moan in terror slips past her lips,
alert he hears to tighten his grip.
A kiss and a sigh lingers in air,
“Open your eyes”
She is already there.
In her heart the secret she keeps,
It’s his fault for restless sleeps.
Look at me he whispers soft,
she ducks her head as tears roll off.
Under her chin his fingers rest,
bringing her eyes to his chest.
Fighting the truths she holds inside,
in the blue is where the demons hide.

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