The Feeling of You
A poem to my lover
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
About the Creator
Alice B. Schellinger.
Hostess of the SchellingtonGrin Podcast. Writer of poems, short stories, articles, and reviews. Support the SchellingtonGrin Podcast on Spotify and connect with me here and on other socials to be part of the Community
Comments (1)
Delicious and dreamy. I've never imagined a lover being like my favorite drink