Si cor meum erat, a libro, hoc est, quomodo legere

Hug

He hugs me
"But there's things in my hand"
I think inwardly
And I hunch my shoulders
But he doesn't notice
His hug is soft and accepting
It never stifles
I think
I am not good at this

He kisses my head
I snuggle close
I think that I am doing it wrong
Because my body does not naturally fold in
Lean in
To him
But his kiss is warm
And silent
The arm that wraps around me wraps around me like the world turns
And it isn't perfect
But mathematically sound
It is the safest thing in the world

And as slowly as I want to take it
I learn to hold onto his hand
And it is warm
And it holds me back
And I can comfort

I give my own awkward hugs to him
And he is always patient and receptive
I draw my own gravitational axis
And lean slightly in
It is still awkward I feel
My heckles still raise

But his arms say
I would have it no other way my friend
You are perfect.