Poetry

A “Hug” is the most beautiful thing in it all..

The arms surrendering you from fall..

The chest you lay your head on,

And the shoulders your tears pour down when you are done.

It’s being hugged people is what I mean

It’s about the feelings that come out of the hugs that are not seen!

The way you breathe in his neck that makes you feel that you are still alive,

It’s where you don’t give a fuck about time passing, one two three four or five.

No, you just didn’t hear the clock moving thoo..

and nothing you can remember about the noise in your head “ he said or she said so”.

His hug is the place where you feel home

It’s where you want to stay there till the sun sets and it’s dawn.

It’s about the hands of yours that grabbing his shirt from the back..

and your heart whispers while it aches.

Though his hands are rubbing your back to make sure that still your bones are fitting together,

And the word whispered in your ears, him saying “ you’re my forever .. “

It’s just really all about his hug!

-SM