In the spirit of the
Embrace, held in
The grasp for dear
Life, clasped fingers.

Locked in the arms
From back to front,
Lying there confined,
Nevertheless content.

Yet, this edenic
Seclusion begets a
Disposition, and an
Innocent quandary
For lucidity ensues.

Investigate if awake--
Unable to pinch,
Nevertheless fully
Aware of the

Warmth: not wanting
To break away from
The snug, not wanting
To be born into the
Next day.

A screaming alarm;
A venial lamentation
Engendered.