Held is an unfolding map to where our nights can take us. The poems are urgent, overpowering, biting. Whispering pillow-soft; shouting into gentle, tangling rain. They have the snap and crunch of fire devouring twigs—warming, seeking. They are sliding beads of water that paint themselves into words of love. Dynamic, trembling, dancing across the page. A fog of intimacy pierced only by moonlight and the spark of yearning. Come inside, and these poems will embrace you in a way that does not possess but comforts.