I feel you
like a whisper in the dark.
Your closeness is a cloak I wish to wear,
lost in the diaphanous folds about me.
To close my eyes next to your warmth,
to be deprived of every sense
but for the sense of you.
There are moments when I question your existence,
still others where there is no doubt.
I close my eyes and feel you near.
Although how near is that?
Across the city I inhabit?
Across the ocean of my dreams?
You will be there one day, I know it.
I will open my eyes
to gaze upon your face.
To know what you look like,
although when I close my eyes,
it will not matter.
All that will is how I feel
when your arms are around me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017