I feel pretty for once

Let’s set the scene - 
the year was 2006, the sun was shining, and two.
At least, that's how it felt,
and smelled.

As intricate a design as the artist...

I get off stage,
she grabs my hand,
turns me around
and just hugs me hard.

you know one of those hugs
where the squeeze lasts a long time,
and the arms are over the neck
and the cheek is scratching my cheek.

body by me
and me by my body,
I can't help but lust
and loose my mind.

even the stage didn't
mean as much to me
as that embrace
on the side of something forever engrained.