Frigid palms of hers,
I held in mine,
What a complementary caress!
Of magma and ice.

Memories I’ve missed,
Of the warmth,
In her tone,
Her laugh,
Her presence,
And the gleam in her eyes,
When she smiled was such a bliss.

Days like those,
With the pitter and patter,
Of rain and our chatter,
About the future unknown,
And the present we cherished,
Where our knees touched,
And fingers entwined.

I loved how it felt,
When her warmth met mine.