I Held It

Outstretched,
my eyes followed the slow curve of your arm,
followed by the unraveling of your fingers.
In this time, at this hour,
the unusual fluid movements only caught my eyes by surprise.
While this beating, breathing muscle descended itself
took the fall
into my clever hand,
which welcomed it beyond it's warm barrier
and into the nerves.

There it was,
I held your heart.