Your hands were cold on my back,
And they soothed my scalding, sweaty skin.
You shivered in your cocoon of sheets,
And I warmed you with my knees and hips.

I am the cold one, always the cold one.
Who’s toe’s are blue and bitten,
Who’s hands send chills and cause frosty withdrawal.
I am the silent one in need of warming and careful heat,
Always the cold one. The blue one.

But your hands are cold on my back,
and under the front of my shirt.  Freezing hands.
You steal my heat, greedy as I am to give.
I give you everything thing i have.

Now you are the blue man
and I am burning.