and from my bed I heard her voice
asking if I wanted tea, coffee or something softer
so much to take in
so many senses unnumbed
so I peel back the sheets
and walk into her arms
sleepy and warm
surrounded by the smell of fresh coffee
and a voice that pulls me apart
piece by piece by piece
through the window I see the river
through the window I see her walk away
she turns
she smiles
and as I finish my coffee
I long for her "something softer"
