The Feeling of You

your voice has the same effect on me as a cup of morning coffee;

enveloped in a pocket of warmth, I continue to sit with it, savouring every drop and slowing the process of inevitably reaching the bottom of the cup.

but, on some mornings, one cup is not enough.

I put in another K-cup and turn on the machine,

brewing a second cup so that I may enjoy more moments of warmth.

and when I draw back the covers and crawl into bed at the end of my long days,

those cups of coffee become the weighted blanket,

satin sheets,

and memory foam pillows that soothe my aching bones and lull me into the deepest sleep

I dream of your voice,

the touch of your hands,

those sweet kisses you leave on my forehead and nose,

the way you lay your head between my shoulder and neck when you hug me close,

the way I always feel so safe when you’re near

if only there were more cups of coffee,

more memory foam pillows,

more satin sheets,

more weighted blankets.

maybe then I wouldn’t have to wait for dreams to bring you to me anymore