Dangerous safety.

Encapsulated in your embrace is my niche.
I am the snail, you are my shell.
I am the baby, you are my blanket.
I am the heart, you are the cage. The rib.
The protection.
And I beat. I pulse. I breathe.
With every breath I inhale a little sparkle.
The twinkle of your zest. Your spirit.
Of which you are not certain.
Though I see deeper than the naked orb.
The peripheral that they see.
And so I know.
That all you are, holds all of me.
So we take care of taking care, whilst longing.
In attempt to express, one moment is satisfied.
Step backwards from the line.
I need your safety. But your safety is dangerous.