What if our bodies became thermochromic? What if the heat of your touch changed the color of my skin?
Would my hand still have an imprint where it last cradled the back of your head, or my head left a print laying on your chest?

What if we were thermoreceptors for pain?
The track the tear slipped down my cheek is blue.
Your hands wrangling my wrists RED.
Maybe it is all said in the purple bruises.