No Other

Hold me close to your soul’s pulse
So that I do not betray my spirit

For I feel shiver’s ache enroute
As address my past to heal it.

I know nothing can change
The damage once inflicted

Except by reclamation of
What I own that’s gifted:

I must finish these tasks
To cauterize old wounds.

Hold me safe, my reflection –
Let me not reach for another,

For caring arms’ alluring charms
Could cast my intentions assunder.