The anatomy of a hug
The air is still, soft.
Like the rain is withholding.
Like the pain is withholding.
Suppressed, then softened into you;
melted into you.
Like the rain is withholding,
time suspended itself to see us
see each other, heart to breastbone,
fear to pleasure, love to love.
Love to love.
Like the pain is withholding,
softened into you; cardamom kisses when least expected,
boundaries lowered into play,
fear to pleasure, love to love.
Love to love.
Love to love.
What can I say about your strength?
The way you hold my hope,
your hands cupped into saucers for my tears.
Heart to breastbone,
love to love.
Feel me softly, and when you let go,
I only want to hear the ringing in my ears
that tells me we've ascended into Love.
More love, more love.
More love to welcome the rain.
Sticky skin and taught nature, alert at the sky's moisture.
The moisture between our love.
(to love)
More love
to love.
To love is to live like nothing’s ever happened,
yet everything's occurred;
to live like we've forgotten lifetimes
in this lifetime, and our hearts beat in sync,
giving us more to love.
More time to make love.
I hold you arms length, separate from embrace.
We grip like we only let go because of
some unspoken should.
But the heart knows,
to breastbone.
More love.
More, love.
Trust the yes
as we hug.
This poem was first published in Poetry and the immediate: A collection of sensed spaces, my debut poetry collection. Learn more and receive your copy here.
