"The last time I missed him was when I had just come inside from smoking a cigarette
Cold shivers racing down my spine and spreading across my skin like a thin sheet of lacy ice
Covering every inch of my pale, freckled surface
The cold licked under my clothes and made my teeth chatter

He would grab my Popsicle-temperatured fingertips and hold them in his magma hands
The exchange of touch warming the blood in my veins
Capillaries dilate, and my heart swells
He holds me in his arms while rocking me side to side
Kissing my forehead, warming every unsettling physical feeling
Holding a candle to my heart
My core is on fire.

That happens every night before I sleep
And unlike you, I don't have someone to curl up next to the bed at night when I'm cold
So yes,
I am turning up the temperature, *****."