(afternoon delight)

(afternoon delight)

2 o'clock 

on a Friday at home

in golden October

we break in the kitchen as we usually do

an afternoon pick-us-up of

caffeine and chocolate and conversation

a recipe for joy

I brew liquid magic in the tiny cups

he rummages the pantry for chocolate 

while pouring out his words of cinnamon and silk

I am often quiet but never speechless

not unless my mouth is otherwise occupied with

drinking or eating 

or kissing 

steam stretches from the tiny cups unraveling 

aroma so bold, intoxicating, I don’t want to exhale

the warm smell of buttered toffee and campfire dances around the room 

a welcome juxtaposition to the air’s autumn chill 

as I reach for my oversized cardigan

he pulls me into his arms

to instantly embrace  

his warmth

his scent 

and he whispers

the very thing I didn’t know I craved in that moment  

and I melt 

like the chocolate we left next to the espresso

and I am

suddenly, delightedly

speechless.

@paige.thepoet