In Your Arms.

Adoration would unblushingly
fill in the voided hole in my
soul if I had the occasion to
fall in a sober, dazed state
of mind, mesmerized by the
rose petals that envelope your
arms, like red-velvet pillows
I would long to be cradled in,
drifting into a mollifying yet
haunting lullaby, singing lyrical
melodies, soothing and taming
the ignited affliction that burns in
the folds of my heart.