Unboxable hug

Folded elbows, straight back and good posture

Raised by following rules and rituals

Where judgment was called for any gesture

For long enough that seemed habitual

But you cannot put a hug in a box

So by twenty they opened their arms wide

gentle and mellow like a silky fox

Embracing all without needing a guide

But doubts stays with us all along the way

Syndromes and targets mixing up jointly

Bulky flesh dissociate us away

For gentle refrains from being bluntly

My new friend they said, after a short chat

After having held my spirit’s back