Violence Seized The Arms

I quietly adored them.
Your arms, so big, so strong,
For me, they embodied home.
In them I felt cherished and safe.
I loved how you held me
In the most perfect way...
A comforting amount of tightness
With a gentle touch of fragility.
Confirming my inner goddess,
You held me with sacrosanctity.
I was willingly subdued by them.
They became my favorite place,
Evoking something in me,
An inexplicable, beautiful feeling.
Enraptured in your arms;
I believed they brought healing,
And I had to touch them
As if they were the hem of Jesus' cloak.
I remember the night I watched the enchantment flee;
Your hands were steadfast around my throat.
In that moment, I felt
Inadequate in my femininity,
Helpless and weak.
Their strength betrayed me.
They shifted from affection to enmity,
And violence seized the arms
That I once held in high esteem.