You told me you loved me as my arms held your head.

“You love me?” I said.

Your eyes wide, I felt your cry. I didn’t show you mine.

When your pupils shrink and your eyes are bleak staring back at me.

“Will you love me then?”
When you no longer gleam.

Afraid that I will not know until the final blow.

Fearing the sharpness of your teeth, but I see the soft smile you give me.