Norbert

I should like to give you a kiss.
Nothing salacious.
No thrusting, slippery tongues.
Something chaste.
Familial.
Friendly.
A kiss on the brow,
just above the place
where the bridge of your nose
merges with your skull.
A little peck,
light and swift,
but heavy with affection.
And a hug.
A nice one,
where you lean into each other,
shut your eyes,
and maybe rock a little.
And afterwards,
when we step away from each other,
when we look at each other,
we'll smile and make a joke,
naming the hug "Norbert."
And in future,
if we see each other,
we could say,
"Norbert missed you."
And we could do it
all over again.