Free Hugs

I'm borrowing love And I'll give it back when I damn well feel like it. Love is playful. It reminds me of wet grass And the act of pooping. They're waiting for their love back. The ones I took it from. They don't realize they still have it. It's not really something to posses. It's everyhwere. It's free, actually, You don't have to go somewhere to purchase it. You can love anything And then that love regenerates Like the raying of light Through the hole Through the mist In my ear Of my heart Speak to me Speak to me Speak to me Lightly Softly Brown, brown eyes. Find me in the fuzz Of free hugs And lovely shoulder shrugs Release, releasing Goodness My Goodness Goodnight.