your half-smile
that slight pull at the corners of your mouth
the coiling of your lip into your cupid's bow
withdrawing from our kiss
the details of your face coming into focus as i move further away
your eyes lazily bleared, easily staring back at me.
there's a knowing nature about your expression,
that i can't play coy, can't play the game of teasing lovers
you know exactly where you stand, and i stand vulnerable.