Heat Signature

You fingers left bruises, and
heat signatures
across body and mind.
Your lips
leave their marks—
corrosive
on feeble flesh.

The birthmark
gracing your hip,
burns it’s fading image
inside my psyche
with
the curves,
of your body, drawn
to my own
in the quick fading sunlight,
peaking through
windows
in lines.
Drawing patterns
on painted white barriers
and
leaving heat signatures
on simple beings.