I want to see my lipstick smeared across your collarbones
And your DNA etched under my fingernails
I crave you in ways that even Neruda could not write of
And with a fire the ocean could not even quench
And someday when the earth is overcome by android like substitutes
And we as humans are exterminated one by one
I'll remember the way the light danced in your eyes
and how our curious hands could not be satisfied by even the most all knowing touch