In Your Arms
Beneath an uncaring sky fractured by city light and midnight threats,
Your hands on me feel like gravity–an anchor, a dare, a confession I won’t regret.
We find each other in the blur, bodies pressed close, nerves on fire,
The world forgets us, and we forget the world–sweat and hunger, love and desire.
There’s a secret room inside your arms where every wound dissolves,
Where laughter is not currency, where time’s demands no longer resolve.
Every sigh becomes an admission, every moan a signature of trust,
You pull me into a future that isn’t promised, but in this heat, I know it’s just
Us–no lines, no spaces, only this raw insistence to be real,
Lost in the friction, the music of skin, the promise that we will feel
Everything–want, ache, relief–until morning breaks and even then
We’re still tangled in the sweat of forever, refusing to let this ending begin.
Your whispers shatter my composure, every word laced with hunger and ache,
You strip away the armor I wear in the daylight, every boundary you break
Reveals a trembling want I forgot I could own,
I become something more in your arms, my skin electric, every part of me known.
We’re fire and light, burning without shame,
Nothing sacred but the way you say my name
With your lips, your teeth, your hands–
It’s not love the way others define it, but something meaner, deeper–demands
That I surrender the old lies, the old bruises, the rehearsed regret,
Here, you claim me in full, and I have no will to forget
How it feels to belong, how it feels to breathe,
How it feels to fucking trust, even if only for tonight,
Even if only as long as I can stay in your arms and believe
That every heartbeat, every gasp, is a contract signed in sweat and light.
In your arms I am every version of myself I never dared to show–
Soft and vicious, trembling and defiant, wanting everything you offer and more.
You make the room small and safe, the universe shut out,
You make me bold enough to whisper things I never let leave my mouth.
Every kiss is a riot, every caress a line in the story we invent,
I am stripped down, rebuilt, every scar an ornament,
Every broken piece a reason for you to hold me tighter,
To bury your face in my neck and leave marks that will linger
Long after the morning takes you away,
Long after the old world claws us back to its gray.
But for now, in your arms, the chaos recedes,
I am alive, I am wanted, I am finally freed.