- Your Arms -

When you hold me
I feel so small,
so fragile,
so delicate in your arms.

When I lose myself in your arms,
I breathe you in.
I become so soft
and so easily hurt,
but hurt is the last thing
on my mind.
There's no safer place.

You are home to me.




- Your Arms, 2. -

I feel so small
in your hands,
so meek
and fragile.

My heart flutters
like a small bird
against my breasts
when my body clasps
against yours.

Small wings,
small smile,
tiny joy-
I feel so small
in the safe harbor
of your arms.




My kooky afterthought:

I'm obsessed with my hand.
(See previous poems that mention my hands.)
I'm obsessed with your arm.
(See the above two poems.)
Together, we form a whole limb.
See, we really do need each other!