You were a graceful thing. I watched you move like water through fingers, all at once appeasing and satisfying but ceaselessly unfamiliar.
I watched in awe as you reached out - for a moment - on a whim - and enveloped those around you. I stood still - for a moment - against my will - and felt as you enveloped me.
Like clothe wound tightly.
A forgiving case.
An embalming
I was bound.