I love the way you lay hands on me.
Soft, gentle, careful kind but not like
I'm breakable no, more like I'm valuable.
I feel something like a precious stone in
your soft jewelers palms.
I cherish the heat that rises from
That 98.6 degrees of you, the sound
of your heart is my homing signal.
That steady strong thrumming keeps more than you alive.
I love you like a shape shifter,
Id transform for you.
I'd become anything so you could carry me with you always.