The Hug

By Thom  Gunn

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined

Half of the night with our old friend

Who'd showed us in the end

To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.

Already I lay snug,

And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

 

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,

Suddenly, from behind,

In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:

Your instep to my heel,

My shoulder-blades against your chest.

It was not sex, but I could feel

The whole strength of your body set,

Or braced, to mine,

And locking me to you

As if we were still twenty-two

When our grand passion had not yet

Become familial.

My quick sleep had deleted all

Of intervening time and place.

I only knew

The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.

 

 

拥抱



那是在你的生日，我们喝酒、吃饭
和老朋友直到半夜
他留到最后
到我一个醉步跨上床。
我立刻舒舒服服地躺下
侧身抱着酒瓶打瞌睡。

我打着盹儿，我睡着了。我的睡眠被一个拥抱惊醒，
突然地，从背后过来，
我们从头到脚紧紧贴着：
你的脚背压着我的足跟，
我的肩胛抵着你的胸。
这不是性爱，但我却感到
你身体全部的力量放在，
或者说撑住，我的身体，
把我锁在你怀里
好像我们还是22岁
盛大的爱欲尚未
变成亲情。
我快速的入眠消抹了一切
发生在其中的时间和地点。
我只知道
你踏实、坚定、无欲的拥抱。