When it came to her I had a slender grasp Though unintentional. When I think about it. Deep down it was I rearing a lack of confidence. Living up our anonymous expectation. Though she was around My arms would always cross up. I was righteously liberated. The perfect punctuation of how I'd run on mentally, Constantly around & around. I wasn't embarrassed. Revealing which part of her made me tick. I can tell she didn't expect my answer But with such a slender grasp, every second spent with her made me tick. At least for a little while Perhaps the most un-thought thought. Where do we place the batteries when they run out Or will my arms be crossed up forever Constantly around & around. I find that time- such a strange & unusual thing. Brings focus to things outside of all the crazy ways arms move. All in a beautiful destructiveness I can't describe.