Touch

That shirt of yours, dear Love

Glides on my skin and rests at my waist

Your fingers lock in the strands you untangle

Eyes closed, I feel…..you

As I walked towards your home

A rush gathered, bursting my veins into a rainbow

The colours splashed onto you in an embrace

Pink looked gorgeous on your lips

Your sweatshirt can’t replace you

It feels me, in your absence

Knows not how I long for that touch

The one that melts dark chocolate into luscious berries

Neither touched by you nor me, yet eaten.

P.S: Prompt 'touch' given by a friend:)