Your touch leaves warm, visible prints
those fingertips radiate with a glowing hum,
and there are bouncing beads all over me.
I am cold, my blue, chapped lips apart -
and your sun, your touch, has turned them pink.
We are an eclipse
and I'll lose you again -
but I'll remember your touch
and the warmth you gave me
my lips will fade
and the prints will pale,
until we meet again
and I'll wear that same smile
as the one that appeared
when your rays first touched my milky glow
...and I will never forget,
the warmth you gave me.