Here, have some shitty poetry. I have work in five hours. FML. *sob*

[doctorv]

I need to move, my love, but I can't bear to move your hand
To break that contact for the briefest of heartbeats
To lose all but the phantom of your warmth for the slightest
single
solitary
second of time.
A second birthing infinite universes of being without your touch
A second of rending my soul asunder at your loss
A second in which I do not know the sweetness of your hand
Against my skin.
And so, my love, I think...
I would gladly be a statue, unending, never moving,
If you would but leave your hand upon me always.