The Hug Poem by Thom Gunn

The Hug

Rating: 4.0


It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who'd showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
Your instep to my heel,
My shoulder-blades against your chest.
It was not sex, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine,
And locking me to you
As if we were still twenty-two
When our grand passion had not yet
Become familial.
My quick sleep had deleted all
Of intervening time and place.
I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sma Vousten 11 July 2018

This feeling is back. Thank you.

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Devapriyo Guha Roy 17 April 2018

Good flickering flow of lyrical vibes ebbing cresting spontaneously

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