Wiping away the tears on the eyelashes, on the lips, on the hands, on the cheeks,
I can see where I’ve been inside of you.
I’ve been on your lips,
I’ve parted them to sip the taste that’s tabled on your tongue.
I’ve been inside your hands,
You’ve held me as if you have latches etched onto your palms
I’ve been on your cheek,
I’ve been an enduring smile, after being a fleeting thought
I’ve started to come out of hiding from inside now. I am seeping from your pores. From the the question, “Should you love me now?” and the answer, “I’ll give it another day.”