Dreaming of coffee dates
and your hand crawling towards
mine.

Dreaming of watching sunsets next to you,
My fingers excitingly reaching out to you.

Dreaming away these bitter cold days,
When the sun shines but fails to give me
Warmth.

Here I lay dormant under layers of ice,
Dreaming of the warmth in your touch.

Patiently waiting for the promise of your soft kiss on my chapped, shivering lips.

Dreaming of writing a verse that touches  you where my hands can't reach.