You showed me yours
a week ago.
It was on my mind
since then.

I hadn't in a year
"I won't get caught"
I think.
So out comes
those tools
the inconspicuous ones.

Silently I rub it,
play with it.
Now it's on my leg
amist the light browns
There is a shimmering red.
I'm smiling
yet there is a tear.

Now I feel it
how I made you feel
how it feels to feel.