On Hugging A Friend

 

I am a girl, a sensory creature ,who throws her arms around

A things she loves a man a pillow waves a breeze a sound

 

But though the heart speaks to my touch, and urges it along

I’d like to think I know the times when this just feels all wrong

 

For mind is also useful in its sound communication

With the heart and so discerns, restrains acts of elation

 

But what if mind does flee her post, and undertake a stroll

What when clear and careful moments break from their patrol

 

When poise and charm and heartfelt arm

raised for a hearty shake

Betray a woman, bind her to a moment-

she should wake , at once

and notice that her breast is on his chest

Alas she is a stranger to his awkward pale distress

 

And when she hugs him closer is she like a perfumed Aunt?

Does he feel he’s ten years old and want to tell her but he can’t?

 

 

Is she anywhere aware of how uncomfortable he feels

Not when mind has gone a roving leaving heart to turn the wheel

 

While hugging you I didn’t once imagine we were lovers

But many years you’ve been my friend, my colleague or my brother

 

Just one day we spent together- 15 years or so ago

At the end of such a day I surely didn’t wish to go

You walked me to the station and stood before the gate

Then touched me on the shoulder

Who knew I’d have to wait

 

So many years to do what I had wanted to do then

Throw my arms around you and be close to you my friend.