so that you know

I want to]peel back responsibilities like wet bathers soaked in chlorine. I want to connect like punchs, like phonelines, like batteries, end to end. I want to do more than request, respond, resolve. I want to recline, with you, who save me, all of you. Spend hours lying in the shade as the land is seared.

These hands are not grabbing but holding. If they were empty, I would open arms wide and embrace.