be held.

The embrace.

A sincere surrender

to the magnetic collision of exposition.

To be held

is a choice over any other that is a reminder

of true virtue.

It is the symbol of giving a fuck

and falling face-first into it.

The endeavor to embrace

is a step across the threshold from veiled to vulnerable;

an honest asking to be held in the necessities of our truth.

This action may be cerebrally misunderstood

and yet,

is tightly woven within each pulse and grasp.

Therefore, may we still proceed with wise arms,

in faith that the endangered request is asking at just the right hour,

with just the right intention,

knowing just the right resolve.

To be held,

so complex within its simplicity.

To be seen,

and touched by yet another gifted lesson

wrapped around our bodies so tight.

Here the untraceable intention

between bodies holding bodies

becomes so clear, and

so vital

to the health of our

heartbeat.