Held

I don't just want to be held. I want to feel held, the way columns support an archway. So far, my bed is the only qualifying candidate, the only one with experience applying for the position. I wish this queen-sized mattress was a person, another soul in a human body by which I can be uplifted and embraced. It has been so long since I have been held by such radiant energy. It isn't just my skin that is pale. My soul has lost its color. Love me until the light returns to my eyes, the warmth returns to my hands, and my grip loosens. I want to unclench my fists, relax my jaw, and feel my muscles enter into a state of relaxation. I want to feel my breath inside my body again. I've been holding it for years. It is time for it to hold me.