Embrace

You will cry,
and he will hold you in his arms,
whispering words,
kind,
caring,
loving.
You hope for a moment...
But no! It cannot be.
He has been your friend for years,
but that is all he has been,
and yet...
It fells good to rest for now,
feeling the heat coming from his body
as he warms the surrounding area with
breath and body.
This, the creature that would have,
should have,
been your foe,
now holds you in his arms,
and you feel peace.


A/N: Alright, this could be taken as a number of things. This is just a poem about Godzilla and Anguirus, but one could very easily interpret this as slash, with a bit of a mind flip (you're into the time slip.), and for all I know it very well could be. I leave that up to you.