Say a word to the hangman for me, me and my baby.

To hold her, to keep her — just as she was — with her cruelty, with her vulgarity, with her blinding blue eyes, with her miserable poetry, with her fat feet, with her impure, dry, sordid, infantile soul. All of a sudden he thought: If people are reunited in Heaven (I don’t believe it, but suppose), then how shall I stop it from creeping upon me, that shriveled, helpless, lame thing, her soul? But this is the earth, and I am, curiously enough, alive, and there is something in me and in life — -

[She was] kept there in the sort of embrace a man gives to the dearest creature the world holds for him.

But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.

Baby hold on to me Whatever will be, will be The future is ours to see So baby hold on to me.

So come on, I wanna see you baby, come on I don't mean maybe, come on I'm tryin' to make you see That I belong to you and you belong to me

He sweeps her hair back from her ears; he swings her above his head. He says she is his émerveillement. He says he will never leave her, not in a million years.

And I get high with my baby

My tears are fallin'
'Cause you've taken her away.
And though it really hurts me so,
There's something that I've gotta say. Take good care of my baby.
Please don't ever make her blue.
Just tell her that you love her.
Make sure you're thinking of her
In everything you say and do.

"And you," he says, "you need to talk to your boy." He lifts my chin. "And if he needs saving, then you save him. Isn't that what you told me you did for each other?"
I let go a few more tears but then I nod. "Over and over again."

Reaching out for that hand to hold. Reaching out for the Star. Reaching out for the Star that explodes. Reaching out for Mama.

I need so.. to be in your arms, see your smile, hold you close".

I wanna hold your gland.

He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.