My head falls deep into <br />Her shoulders, gently, <br />As she would not need to nudge. <br /> <br />My Arm finds its place around her back, <br />Stalking in good terms, <br />I lean and feel receptive touch. <br /> <br />I feel as though <br />My approach was out of place. <br />My hand throttles back, firmly, But in fluid grace. <br />I put it out in winter soft, <br />That she might not resort to sob. <br />I prepare to leave my seat as if told, <br />Remarking her that it was out of love<br /><br />Chad Martin Natividad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/theater-hugs/
