Being held (soul on soul) by Scott CadenceI hold you standing in the bedroom
and with arms around you my fingers rest on your lower back
your breath draws in the air around my neck and shoulders
I can feel it pulling like a fog that withdraws from over a stretching plateau
and I can no longer distinguish your lungs expanding from my own
I can hear your thoughts clearer than they ever were vocalized
with no guessing, no awkward choreography, no intentions
never have I been so content, at peace in a place usually rumorous
where I often rush to the point with my body
I found you unexpectedly outside my knowledge
barer than skin
seeping and cycling panopticly through me
with all the ways an angel kisses on a sinner
there was no measurement of grace
just the sound of needing
and the notion that maybe
you were really holding me
06/14/2005 Posted on 06/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
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