A Little Chilly

The Jack Frost chill certainly perpetuates a frown.

Wrapped up in blankets just isn't quite enough.

Warmth is never the same without your touch.

I've tried space heaters and wool hats to fill the void.

A cold heart and hard back often left me annoyed.

I ran out of soup and I'm tired of hot tea.

And those extra spicy tortillas are just a memory.

All I need is a hug to piece together what was missing.

An audience with you is all that I'm wishing.

All that I envision is a moment of your grace.

The energy from your presence alone will send me to another place.

I close my eyes and await this feeling so great.

Now if only you could soon awake.