They always say the final sense to go is hearing, but touch lasts right 'til the end. Not over the whole body, though; I can't feel Dot's hand in mine, but this fucking diaper itches like blazes. I ... [+]
On rainy days on Earth, my thoughts on Mars--
Your grin's the Sun. My thoughts will run amok
Of you-- my Sun, my Moon, and all my Stars.
Come night, we look up toward the darkened sky;
Your voice-- composed, serene and still and shushed--
Just draws me in; so how could I say "Bye,"
To you, my Moon, who leaves me flustered, flushed?
See, we are Stars. Illuminating skies,
Our words form constellations. Darling-- Dear--
A billion miles away. It seems unwise
To say I'd give my light to stay right here.
Yet still, I'll wait-- just close, but dimmed and far,
For you-- my Sun, my Moon, and all my Stars.