The Embrace

The Embrace Four Arms interlocking Enveloping bodies, five Ten minutes, These eyes have longed been so close Twenty-five years, Now they can’t let go Bodies exchanging nonverbal pleasantries, Distant memories Rushes in, Keeping the embrace solid. No one notices The clouds floating by, When twilight falls, With guarded reluctance Their arms are relaxed, Returning to their Nine to five, Separated once more By oceans deep and wide, And hearts will long once again For another embrace. Kenneth Grant ©