Lovely Anatomy

I warm up his anemic blood as it runs through his veins.
He is my pacemaker, controlling my heartbeat.
When my eyes are blindly staring, they're usually searching for him.
When his hands feel cold, it's because he hasn't held me in days
When his smile isn't as wide, it's because he wishes we were together
When our anatomies seem incomplete, it's because we are not together.

Poem by U4ia