Being held in your embrace,
My head against your chest.
Do you wonder why,
What makes me cling onto you like this?
It's gentle security against the:
Mind that claws itself every day,
People sparring against my hope,
Piercing times this life gives.
An act of love, of friendship,
Kindness and togetherness,
You are my companion,
An ectasy matchless in my life.
Everything said here,
Is weaved in a perfect act:
Our arms wrapping around,
Bodies pressed together.
Your hugs. My hugs.