i linger
between your fingers
the grasp of your air
it twirls me
right there
a sense of sultry
a debonair noir
i felt your bliss
inside my being
questioning
we turned with waves
letting oceans evaporate
i touched your soul
with a grasp
so icy
i knew i loved you
i didn’t know
how cold
of or at a low or relatively low temperature, especially when compared with the human body.