Arms

I asked you what you wanted
Sitting removed from me on the other end
Across the ocean of space you made

“Hold me even though I don’t deserve to be held”

Drifting into a mess of cotton,
The sweet scent on the back of your neck,
Your hair between my fingers
Your sighs sending me through
Shockwaves and shudders
My arms wrapping you tightly
Encased in bone blood and flesh
Hands clasped, linked
Unwavering and unmoving,
I held on for dear life,
I held on to you, dear.

I speak with words that will be shattered
And scattered across the air
I write on kindling that crumbles
Goes up in flame and turns to dust

But for you my arms cannot shatter
They will not burn to ash and embers.

For you my arms will last forever.