She held on tightly to me,
reluctant to let go for even
an instant, to allow a change
of posture between us, to 
allow me to hang over her and
take the sight of her in.
Her arms wrapped around me,
I could feel the expansion
and contraction of her ribcage
as she breathed.

Later I said "God, you really 
don't like to let go."

"That's OK," she replied,
"Neither do you."