Duality

His frame, his figure, his sun-lit silhouette 

He looks down at me with intense, hazel eyes 

glowing in the light of the morning 
 

His embrace with long, strong arms 

large hands wrapped around my waist 

providing comfort 
 

His laugh, his smile at his own joke 

His lips pressed against mine 

soft, accepting 
 

But then it became torture 

on my heart 

His frame, his figure, looming 

His intense eyes, rolling, mocking 

the darkened silhouette of a predator 

His embrace with those long, strong arms 

large hands wrapped around my wrists 

chains, braces 
 

His laugh, his smile at his own sick joke 

His lips pressed against mine 

soft, wet, consuming