his hands brushed with mine,
something dangerous; something kind.
his words upon my lips,
sealing our confessions with a kiss.
arms steady and warm,
holding me in my storm.
heart beating in my chest,
he put my worries to a rest.
if i tried to push him away,
he felt my anger, and he stayed.
no matter what I do, vicious or unkind,
He has never before left me behind.
