Hug Poem by Ibn Ali

Cannibalistic hugs consume you
As if I were trying to merge our souls by force
And in failing become Siamese
A single body, two beating hearts
They speak in morse
My tap respond to yours
And he stutters
Is it nerves
How could it be after all these years
That I still look at you with hope and fear
The texture of your cloth, the warmth from your brassiere
The softness of your touch
The scent with which you oiled your hair
And I'm buried in your hair
Burrowed in your being
It's impossible to see your end to where I begin