




A tender embrace,
Is a special place
For you and me.
I remember the
First time,
Like it was the last time,
Even when I couldn’t see.
Yet, feeling disjointed,
And all the while
Mispointed,
Falling into your arms,
Was something else completely.
A touch so soft, and
At the same time bold,
It never occurred to me
How together, we’d grow old.
I was once told
A tale of togetherness,
Which foretold of all kinds
Of pleasantness,
The likes of which remind
Me of the times amiss,
When hugs were
Given, as both
Of our hearts
Were
Forgiven.
In response to the Saturday Rag Tag Daily Prompt, Hugs, by Punam.
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