His left arm The arm closest to his heart Was placed beneath my head Supporting me His right arm His dominant arm Was embracing my torso Protecting me I’ve never felt so satisfied Wrapped tightly Knotted in his warmth and strength Nothing can hurt me Not here Not in this moment Not so long as he’s around
“His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me. Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you by the gazelles and does of the field, do not arouse love until it so desires.” - Song of Solomon 2:6-7