SWOON.

I like the way you hold me.

Arm's length - drawing breath.
I like the way you hold me - left handed - stranded in the rough waves of your tender heart.
My body is quickening, liquefying
A callous softened - a shoulder turned toward my small embrace,
and you, warm skinned, quiet voice - make me swoon with gladness.
Slower than before - + it's taking a hold of me.


You're taking a hold of me - and I like the way you hold me.