By slug
Date: 5 January 2001

Inside your hug

inside your hug
               (your arms are ever so talented)
               there's a space of springtime.

        where you find voids i didn't know existed
                                  and fill them with ambrosia--
          
                     --and i get drunk on you.

i have arms
               that wrap around you
         and i drink the heady aroma of your aura--
                           --and i think i'll hang around for a while.

      the embrace of you leaves me breathless
while the thought of you leaves me speechless
                                              and
                                                  i'm just glad i met you.
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