"pull yourself together," she says while grasping at my arms, my upturned palms attempting to catch her radiance.
with every comforting, cathartic caress, i can feel the soil giving way under our feet as we dig ourselves deeper into the trench. i imagine enfolding her in my arms to protect her from the shrapnel. the deafening, piercing sounds encircle us as the bedlam of the battlefield consumes us. we stand admist the chaos as dervishes.
i can feel the tip of her nose seeking solace in the curvature of my clavicle as she lets out a strenuous sound that cannot be called a whimper nor a sigh.
i run my fingers through her layered locks as i bury my nose into the tufts of her hair.
i breathe in and feel complete.
she is the stronger part of my being.