A tacklehug
Running out to greet friends.
The feathery-light feeling
Of my friends' fingers at my waist, shoulders,
All grasping for some sort of an embrace.
A giant group hug
Bear hugs, too
Running and leaping and laughing.
A tap on the hand,
Asking for permission
Going a little beyond
Friendship
Scooting closer
Leaning in
Holding hands.
Arms around shoulders,
Elbows hooked,
A giant spinny circle
Where we always fall down.
Human touch is an incredible thing
And I cherish it.
Long day
past where morning sun shines and into the dark huskiness of night
fluorescent lights beating down
then flickering off
a fanfare
a reflection
a redemption
Some things are just instinct
like when I just ran to you
as soon as I saw you
and hugged you for -
oh yeah -
the first time
very very platonic of course
you're my big brother.
Your solo is like sun shining through the clouds in my heart
it's like a platonic ballad
it's like you are playing
through first loves
and forbidden loves
and grass in the summer
and crunchy chips
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