In Your Arms I Drown

In Your Arms I Drown

In your arms, I drown–not in pleasure or bliss, but in the heavy, thick water of fear,
A dark tide that pulls me down even as I crave the weight of you.
Your touch is gentle, almost innocent,
But behind every caress there’s a shadow that clings,
A warning that desire can suffocate as well as heal.
I want to run–legs itching for the door,
Yet my body folds into yours out of reflex,
Because fear, too, is a kind of comfort when it comes dressed as love.

Afraid to leave, afraid to stay–caught in the undertow of every unfinished fight,
I taste the future on your tongue and it’s sharp with doubt,
But I swallow it anyway.
Your love is a dark room–walls pressing closer the longer I remain,
Yet I close my eyes and let you close around me.
I am lost, I am found,
I am bound to the drowning that is being held by you.

In your arms, I drown in love,
A fear that I can’t rise above.
We’re lost in shadows, lost in pain,
But always, always, I come to you again.