PUPPET STRINGS

 

Puppet Strings

I meet you two around our fringes

and upper body hugs will not do.

These hugs of skeleton and rib reminding hugs,

these hugs of intellect, New England touch I think,
these hugs of upper body, devoid of flesh
these hugs will just not do.

I need your hips, your lower selves,

I need the hugs of soul,
I need to be reminded of every body
mortality, finality of minor keys.

Much like the broken strings of puppet greeting,

these broken greetings will not do
these strings, these puppets, these ribs,
these upper body huggings will just not do.

I need the huggings

that stick and stay   

no more the huggings
that go away.

 

e.weick