Hug<\/b>
\nThe older I get, the more I like hugging, When I was little
\nthe
\npeople hugging me were much larger. In their grasp I was a
\nrag
\ndoll. In adolescence, my body was too tense to relax for a
\nhug.
\nLater, after the loss of virginity\u2014which was anything but a
\nloss\u2014the extreme proximity of the other person, the smell
\nof
\nhair,
\nthe warmth of the skin, the sound of breathing in the
\ndark\u2014these were mysterious and delectable. This hug had
\ntwo primary components: the anticipation of sex and the
\nplea-
\nsure of intimacy, which itself is a combination of trust and
\naffection. It was this latter combination that came to
\ncharacter-
\nize the hugging I have experienced only in recent years, a
\nhug-
\nging that knows no distinctions of gender or age. When this
\nkind of hug is mutual, for a moment the world is perfect the
\nway it is, and the tears we shed for it are perfect too. I
\nguess it
\nis an embrace.
\n~ Ron Padgett
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\nI thought the poem was lovely, so decided to put it up and share it. Indeed, a hug can be something so reassuring. That touch, with another human, or animal (e.g. a dog–I love hugging my dogs), just makes you feel like you DO exist in this world. Know what I mean?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hug The older I get, the more I like hugging, When I was little the people hugging me were much larger. In their grasp I was a rag doll. In adolescence, my body was too tense to relax for a … Continue reading