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