He draws me in,
in his strong arms.
At first, it seems all flowers,
hearts and lovey-dovey,
but then those arms turn to stone,
become a vise that’s not letting go,
slowly crushing, suffocating me.
He draws me in,
into his life, his mind.
At first it seems all rosey,
sweet and inclusive,
but then I feel the stickiness
of the intricate web he’s woven
and I can’t get away.
He’s swallowing me whole,
like the whale swallowed Jonah.
But this is no divine intervention.