Whether for sex or comfort,

Oh, cuddle me! of course I’m like a child,

Look at me, big sixty, crying for his – what? 

His cuddles. I never knew a childish word

Finally found could cut so to the quick 

Of all longing, problems, all heart-pain.

Do you need cuddles too? Oh say you do.

(Maybe that shared need, recognised,

Brought us together).

While this side of death we have each other

Let’s loathe maturity and being sensible

And cry and cuddle together till our arms ache. 

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