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