**Gentle Craving**
I crave a life
where mornings
aren’t rushed,
where the sun rises slow,
golden fingers
stretching across my skin,
and I breathe deep,
soft.

I crave quiet,
the kind that hums,
not in emptiness
but in peace.
The sound of leaves brushing
against each other
like old friends,
of coffee bubbling,
warm hands around
a warm cup.

I crave love,...