i had a dream last night, full of golden rays and wildflowers waiting to bloom. he was there, so bright he was glowing in his skin, and his arms were empty and in wait of me.
i ran to him – i jumped into his arms like it was the only place i’d ever called home (and in reality it is) and he took me and held me and breathed deep of the perfume in the secret places on my skin and said i have been waiting for you. when i kissed him it was at full crescendo and it was all soft petals and closed eyes and warmth like the last fire of a cold winter. i never knew hard white teeth and snarling lips and blood dripping from tongues like cherry wine for sacrifice.
he loved me like he meant it.