Within Your Arms

Within Your Arms

I don’t have all the answers.
The universe is still an open book to me,
though written in some language
I cant quite understand.
Your eyes contain multitudes,
entire cities trapped within
their inky depths.
I could get lost in that maze
of street signs and highways,
full of directions leading me
directly to your heart.
You read me like a map,
how did you get inside my brain?
You’re living in the spaces between,
pulling me in so easily.
I’m not so easy to capture
like some beautiful butterfly
you’d pin to your wall.
I have wings, I need to fly,
and yet you make me
want to forsake all the sky
and breathe forever
within your arms.