The Unhugged

The Unhugged
Do you know
the aching feeling
of wanting to
give a hug?
and be faced
with the impossibility of it?
It is not about
lust
but it is about
loving intents.
The pain
for me is from
the middle of
my armpits
all the way
down the outer insides
of my arms
to the pulsating point
of my wrists
with a searing radiating
into my palms with a
furnace of hotness
that hurts.
The Year of No Seasons
the year passes
the 12 months come
the 12 months go
where
went the seasons
nobody knows

the baby born
youth passes
adulthood goes
where
went the love
that never did
grow

seasons of
opportunity
were let to fly by
nobody is left
to ask why
didn't
anyone try
Untended Embers
my unhugged
hug
burns
and smolders
and emits
invisible
wisps of
smoke
from the
untended
embers
S.O.S
let me
speak in code
in my own abode
for no one understands
i quested the need
of the hand of a man


"Invisible Wisps Of Smoke", Knut Kargel
Melted Collage, 2012


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