In My Heart
and the tea is actually coffee (since this is my dream)
with oatmilk cream
and there are tulips blooming with their scent of sweetness.
She loves my ivy tendrils
and she loves me;
the sunlight of her love fills me and spills out
to the forest beyond.
We sit in silence as the warmth of her light envelops me.
These are the things I love.
Bird songs in the silence,
sunlight through the cold windowpane and a warm blanket on my lap.
Coffee and sweetness.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020