What Holds Me

Tiny kittens lay heads down upon my chest,
their virgin fur tucked gently 'tween my fingers.
Secure,
they launch their pleasure's test drive,
tentative yet strong and smooth.

Puppies jump into my lap,
their uncontrollable excitement spilling over,
and soak me through
with showers of their sloppy kisses
softly innocent and sweet.

Children bump into my arms
so plump and charming,
chubby fingers interlocking mine.
I watch them stumble over untrained feet
in wonder.


I've held so many things,
but never once what holds my gaze.
Each time any one of these creeps nearer,
so do you.
What if I stepped closer?