ATTACHED.

He’s good with hugs and kisses,

And never misses

An opportunity

To prove it,

Inducing more hoarier students

To forgo prudence

When directing

Affection.

And the facts of his tactile acts

Shame even after

The rudimental

Events

And prove that only true love

Has the stuff to shove

Even the loose       

Closer.

So I’ll toast and boast about

The crushing amount

Of touching

He brings

And think to up my lingering

When I’m clinging

To his perfect

Complexion,

And hold my moments longer

And be stronger

For both of us

On the road

But If I should sigh or falter

I’ll raise a hand to halt us

And hinge it in

His fingers.