You fit perfectly in the nook
Between my neck and shoulder;
A fire breathing dragon at rest
I captured you in my arms,
And now you lie entwined
With the gaoler and the jail.
My heart is your pacifier,
Slow and steady in your ears,
Your warm air caresses
Never alter and so I hold you close.
To move is to end this internment,
For you to be free and fierce once more,
So I suffer these static tortures
To have your soul pressed to mine.
I fear this morning’s rousings
For you will stir, and we will part;
Then I will dress in my armour
To again wage war on your heart.