The Hug by Kerry Embleton

She’s going to hug me isn’t she?
I know she is but I don’t want her to.
Do I tell her no? Or do I step back
away from her outstretched arms which are
ready to envelope me?

I stand still like a statue
waiting to be swallowed whole, but,
only one arm wraps around my shoulders
in a momentary squeeze

Then it’s over and I breathe again
and relax.