You

you..
are like a hot latte with a foamy art
on cold nights.
eye candy on the outside
comforting on the inside.
the first thing i reach for
in the mornings,
one that keeps me warm.
and calm.

i crave you
during the day
in the night
and in any intervals
always.

like a sunlight
after a long cold sad morning,
you're hope.
and you bring to life
my desolate self
the helpless and hopeless me.

i feel you
in between my fingers
in my ache heart
in my words.

like a gentle breeze
breathing through my hair,
soft and soothing.
i feel you.

i feel you everywhere.