A Poem to Wake Up Next To

Christopher over at Outside the Lines just blogged about this poem. It’s so delicious. I thought I’d pass it along.

The Hug by Thom Gunn

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
   Half of the night with our old friend
       Who's showed us in the end
   To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
       Already, I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
       Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
       Your instep to my heel,
   My shoulder-blades against your chest.
   It was not sex, but I could feel
   The whole strength of your body set,
          Or braced, to mine,
       And locking me to you
   As if we were still twenty-two
   When our grand passion had not yet
       Become familial.
   My quick sleep had deleted all
   Of intervening time and place.
       I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace

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