The Hug Poem by Ruby Honeytip
The Hug
Sillhouetted branches
At the top of apple 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 desires 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.
Your power to transport me right into the middle of your poems is uncanny. Lush poem, beautiful backdrop, and love the last line.
Awesome poem Ruby? How do you do it? I love it how in almost every poem you write a line all alone at the finish :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 8:13:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful! Just let it fall! But sometimes unknowingly you may take the first bite, that would be real intense!