You hug like a tattoo,
wrapping your arms around me.
Something I’ve wanted
since I was young,
young enough to dream,
even now.
I don’t know quite how to say it.
Even trying to describe it.
When you grab me,
you reach past my skin.
And I let you.
It feels sharp without
Being sharp.
Like you’re hiding something
between my bones.
It’s not painful.
I don’t feel anything at all
except you.
And the way you press
Against me.
Even now,
I can do nothing but hold you.
You stay long enough
to ruin almost every hug
that comes into my life.
I open my mouth
and discover what you’ve hidden
everything I couldn’t say.
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