In His Arms

I have no desires save one.
No, not that one – she has long since faded into oblivion.
She passed unwillingly from my loins without so much as a goodbye.
I will reconcile with her one day, but not today.
We are both still very hardened from our last meeting.
From the terms on which we parted.
She wanted so much more than I could give and when I refused, she bucked.
She demanded so much of me when I had so little to give.
Perhaps someday I shall give more freely of myself.
Of my mind and my soul.
No, he is my desire.
My only reason to go on.
He who commands me, but tenderly obeys.
He who writhes under my body as he mounts my curves.
It is he I require inside of me.
Deep within my soul, in my inner house.
He will come to me in the shadows of bleak night.
When I’ve no hope left for life he will come.
Without searching he will know
He will find me in myself, screaming
Balled up like a child whimpering for a saviour.
He will be mine, though he is also my judge.
He will judge my life fairly and without question of motives
He knows without looking, without hearing.
Only by tearing me away from my place of refuge can he save me.
Only by embracing him as a whole can I be saved.
I must will myself to him.
Not my body or mind alone, but all.
All into his vast arms of strength and clarity.
His wise and ancient eyes.
His fire.