Sunday, 6 September 2009

the hug

it's an instinct.
nothing more.
realistic, but imaginary.
heat felt on palms,
that slight swoosh
the sound of hands sliding over cotton.
the transference of warmth
from the dark expanse of cotton
to my cheek,
and a smile:
the warmth equals safety,
and love.
the cotton stretches,
bone stretches down the centre.
fingers trace it's length
while the mind recalls never having one of its own.
the scent.
it's intoxicating.
it's unique.
and it's all their own.
teeth close on an ear
just enough to be noticed
another smile.
arms wrap around the body
that holds another
it's an instinct
to protect
keep safe that which would tear us apart
were we to lose it.
and it's that hug that is cement
that reinforces the fact
that you need them
and they need you
no matter what.

1 comment:

  1. i want my cuddle buddy!
    lol. miiiisssss u.... though i doubt you shall read this what with being asleep and or rather ill.