The Hug

Sillhouetted branches, At the top of tall trees, Stretch to kiss the last of the light. A full moon ascends, Casts out femine hands, As she smilingly heralds the night. He pulls me toward him, Like the moon and the tide, I move close and he holds me tight. I feel him flow under my hands, Heat emanates out, My desirous flames ignite. He kisses my cheek, Gentle friendly ease, Another pang from love no requite. Dammit! If I just turned an inch, And kissed his lips, Would he think me impolite? Or would he suddenly realise, I hold true loves kiss, And let his hidden passion take flight? What does all of this matter, If only one of us knows, And I will never take the first bite? Just let it fall. © 2013 Ruby Honeytip