Fingertips graze their skin
it is delicate and reveals
every
moment
they laughed
and you can feel them
Your fingerprints are now trails
across their face
in the warm dim glow
of out of season
Christmas lights
You burn every curve
every valley
every glisten of sweat
every flush of red
from the cheeks
to the rise of their soft lips
that parts ever so slightly with every breath they take
Breath so faint and sultry
like a humid summer dream
but immediately feels cool as it
gently
rolls over your face
your neck
your hand
and everywhere in between
and you relish every
second
and sensation
of it all.