When he plunged his hands into me,
his fingers felt like knives,
cold and unforgiving.
The icy chill spread throughout my body,
freezing me from the inside.
I've lived through so many winters,
and you feel like spring has finally arrived.
I stretch my hands out towards you,
like a flower's leaves hoping to soak up the sun,
hoping to soak up your affection to thaw me.
your eyes are the colour of blue skies
and mine are barren trees.
There is no life in me.
But under your touch, flowers grow
and life springs.
Your fingers are gentle and not at all like knives.
Your skin is sweet like the flesh of the fruit.
Everything moves like when rain first starts to fall
and slowly turns into a summer storm,
a hot downpour that's a relief to burned skin.
You are the hot summer rain and I flourish under your warmth.