Work Text:
you sometimes dream of him
the way that he was
snarling at the bonds
that he holds tightly to
as if love and affection
can be quantified
your enclosing arms
form a circle of protection
to him,
just
a number of muscles/a tangle of veins/the flow of blood
that are part of a mathematical equation of
how long will they love me?
do they love me?
is the enough of me to be loved?
his youth multiplies his fear
that cannot be canceled with what you can offer
(which is all that you can
but the division of the mission has left only a remainder of
you)
so in your dreams,
you tuck away the measurements
to draw out the infinity that lies between the two of you
and tell him
you are so loved
and in your dreams,
(with no computations or complications)
he smiles