Dying In Your Arms

Anthony Hanible

I am dying in your arms

Not the kind that ends a life

But the kind that begins one

The kind where every breath

Falls into your breath

And something in me

Finally lets go of its fear

Your hands are a quiet heaven

Your chest is a doorway

I walk through without looking back

When you hold me

The world softens its edges

Time forgets its hunger

And even my shadows

Learn how to kneel

I die in the way a storm dies

When it reaches the shore

All roar collapsing

Into a single trembling hush

I die in the way a name dies

When it becomes a vow

Spoken against a lover’s skin

If this is dying

Let me fall again and again

Into your warmth

Into your heartbeat

Into the place where I end

And we begin

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Most romantic a call to a lover and soulmate. Nicely written

  • Poetic Licence

    The feel of safety and protecting when laying in those arms, for those moments a troubled mind can rest, very relatable write, nicely penned



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