You cling to me

You cling to me like a baby monkey.

Your hot wet face buried in my neck.

Storm force legs clasp my waist and your fingers

Search for solace.

Now your stand

high above my head,

stooping to place

an awkward kiss

on my cheek.

Somewhere in between

you grew, laughed,

learnt and grasped

opportunities.

We will cling to each other again,

as winds and the ages

seek us out.

For now I am thankful

for your tender words

and gentle kisses.

September 2025

Unpublished