the stay of your secure firm dry embrace


It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
     Half of the night with our old friend
          Who’d 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.

Text: The Hug, Thom Gunn
Image: Photographer, subjects unknown,
via Miss Magnolia Thunderpussy/ipernity

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