Ridiculous

what a ridiculous day
a sonnet* for me he wrote
what a ludicrious thought
a song** for me he sang
isn’t it quite preposterous?
he called me beautiful
addleheaded he must be
“you are wonderful” he said
and then I start to believe.
for me he wanted to pray
how unusual and rare
leaning in for a long embrace***
if only the absurd could remain.

*not often are the finest things found, shared.
(there are those who bravely, nightly find
the moon and those who sometimes do.) I cared
more for the moon tonight (when you remind
me moonward, a face half-hid and hung low,
turned close as sky, I see…) the moon you caught
first then shared, you thought moon enough to slow
and stop with me, to offer the unsought
heavenly. (I will not compare you and moon:
excellencies each, both make words seem few;
but too sometimes since and not any sometimes soon
will I find a fellow moon-watcher.) you
with your moon just over shoulder remind:
the nearest look beside, the finest find.

**No one is alone
Hard to see the light now
Just don't let it go
Things will come out right now
We can make it so

***theater hug- (n.) {from the Latin "hugum theatricus."
"hugum" being the act of holding while allowing oneself to be held.
"theatricus" meaning marked with the sincerity and playfulness of those who practice being real in the moment.}
An embrace, a true one, an event unto itself.
To listen by holding.
When two people wrap their arms around each other and hold tightly till both feel thoroughly held. (People need to feel that.)
An embrace of duration, one that takes time.
In fact, as long as necessary till both parties drop their defenses,
till neither can persist in the belief that they are alone.
Sometimes one or both will whisper precisely what they know the other needs most to hear; often no words are needed at all.

The opposite of a Baptist hug.
Baptist hug- (n.) an unfulfilling event where two people stand three feet apart then lean treacherously otherward to pat the other in non-discussed but nonetheless agreed-upon safe areas.
Baptists don't like to remember that they have bodies, that they are good, that God once got himself a body just so He could actually touch some of his children.