in your hands
and twist
until every drop
of my sweat
is released
until my breath
sticks
to your shirt
like grease

after you unbutton
your top
I'll dig a hole
through the layers
of gray hair
into your mole
i'll build a nest
here

i'll dab my salty brine
into the lines
of your skin
so, i'll run like a river
and you'll swim

you can string the beads
of sweat
wrap it around
your neck -
dangling like a tie
lying flat
covering the shirt
the shirt covering the grey hairs
covering the mole
so, this pain doesn't
grow cold