Cuddles: A Poem

CUDDLES

They mess you up real bad.

Far worse than the sex

that we never had.

CUDDLES

Breathing in your scent.

Intoxicated with you,

But that’s not what you meant with you

CUDDLES.

cuddles.

cuddles

I wrote this a long time ago and just found it recently. It was inspired by a series of similar conversations with a series of unique friends of mine. Now I am thinking I should write a follow-up called “Spooning”…