Where is this coming from?
The familiarity in this smile of a face.
This glow in your voice and the air in your eyes.
Greatest tenderness felt for’a friend.
It is not physical.
Until it expresses itself.
The form of a word.
Sometimes I want to spray all ya names onto the street.
Not to walk on them, but to jump up high and feel you all there, with me.
The form of a hug.