The Joy of Touch

Young Minds of Medium Missed Things Call

Photo by Hian Oliveira on Unsplash

I miss the casual pleasure of touch
Of skin against skin
The feel of arms pulling me in,
a warm body wrapped up against mine
More intimate than a kiss,
As therapeutic as a drug

I hate that something as innocent as a hug,
A handshake, a cuddle
These little messengers of love
Have now become a harbinger —
For death.

I’m a hugger and I don’t know how I’m surviving without hugs 😢

This is in response to an ACG call by Tre L. Loadholt

Young Minds of Medium