Midnight Poetry: Touch

I can still feel

Your fingertips grazing across my skin

Tracing figure eights

Scratching the hard ice.

The cold sends shivers throughout my body

Mountains rise

And spread like a wildfire

Yet I’ve never felt a warmth so strong

A burning passion in my chest

A pleasant pain

Your beautiful trails

Now etched on my skin

And the thought of them leaves a sting

Across my skin

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