Love's Embrace.

They used to hold me softly when I started to break

Like a thing made of fragile glass to be treated

With the wariness and fear of the untouchable.

But not you.

You hold me in iron embrace,

Clutch me heavily when I stumbled into you,

Squeeze until they scream that the pieces will shatter,

Until my pieces fuse back together under the pressure

Of your touch.