Touch

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.