Cirrus

Pinching lightly

Against my head

Your head pulses

Against you

I lay softly

With you

I fall

Clenching you tightly

Against your chest

My heart pulses

Lightning travels

Up my spine

To my fingers

My veins run cold

My tendons twist and pull

I grasp tighter

I lay on my cirrus cloud

As you twirl on your cumulus

Hands cracked with cold

I am frigid and bitter

Hands of velvety lavender

You are the sun

Hand in hand

I melt in this tranquility