Give me your arm;
I will wrap it around me
on nights when I don’t dream,
when my mind has been as blank
as it is in the daytime,
and I want the vibrancy
of knowing I’m safe and warm.
Give me your arm;
use it to reach out to me
like grabbing for the rope
of a boat that is about to start
drifting away from the dock,
and I’ll use mine to reach back to you,
knowing that even with both of us
filling the distance,
we will never feel close enough.
Give me your arm;
I’ll interlace my fingers in yours,
locked together and prepared to face
the rolling wind descending from
the mountainside
when the world threatens to end.
Give me your arm;
you know I’ll use it well.
Beautifully expressed…
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Thank you so much!
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Arm-in-arm is definitely the way to go, whenever possible, Joy. Nicely writ. Thanks.
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Wonderfully written!!
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Thank you!
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