I'd like to say it was his eyes that first caught mine but it was something more.
Something undeniably undefinable.
Captivated completely by the hold his eyes held, I knew his arms could do as much.
Shaken to my center by that first unintended touch, I called him Jesus.
To be in his arms is to worship divinity, divine serenity.
I'd fear losing myself to it, but I fear I'm already too far gone for that.