Why...
When we didn't receive them growing up,
At least not from our mother anyway,
(Nor did we ever hear the word 'love'),
Did Lesley and I always hug each other?
Usually I instigated it and she always responded,
Without any hesitation, it seemed natural and,
I know it really was natural between us.
I hugged her when I'd run into her on the street, or at the library,
Or when she was living at our place.
Her body, smaller and shorter than mine, was, nevertheless, full of her nervious life-force,
I could feel her pulsating with it, when I held her in my arms,
And she held me in hers.
Our energies flowing into each other, briefly merging we became as one,
In body, heart and soul, so that love became its own unique entity,
Overriding us as individuals, so fleeting was that magical experience that, when we parted,
Sometimes after only a matter of seconds,
We both reeled inside, slightly dizzy, off-balance and wondering:
What is love?
Before instantly becoming self conscious again: with ourselves, with eachother.
Asking politely and with automatic smiles: how the other was doing that day.
Helene.
Topic: Hugs (Read 2079 times)
