LLyn De Danaan June 2017
They pile on
Warm and smooth, some soothing brown or honey tinged
They touch or brush
So hair or finger tips can meet
And each one’s face familiar as my lips and nose
And sweet embrace.
And not those hugs that dare not touch
With hips arched back
And leaning in from yards away.
Full bodied, fool proof hugs that linger
So that cells can jump from skin to skin.
“We are showered everyday with gifts.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer