An Ode to Touch

Even in the darkness I know you.

Your fingers find mine and the world lights up.

Sometimes it feels too good to be true.

To be the heart yours wants to envelop.

I can smell the coffee brewing in the next room.

I can hear the clock tick above my head.

I know our alarms will be sounding soon.

And begrudgingly we'll pick our bodies from bed.

But for now I can see your face relaxed.

Your mind for once at ease.

The day is sure to leave us taxed.

But come evening I'll have you back to squeeze.