Strong, teddy bear arms capture me,
finally.

I am caught,
I am captured,
in arms I long to be within,
in arms I love.

I am held momentarily
against the body of one,
one who I love,
to this day,
many days after he stopped,
I go on loving.

I am held,
I am captured,
I am caught,
and I dread the seconds which pass,
the seconds ticking by,
the release is coming soon;
emptiness will follow.

Emptiness will follow.