It's in peppermint chap-stick
and biting cold
the brightest colors
and the shrillest noise
the softest daisy
kissing my palm
and the pollen
clinging to my eyelashes
a toothless grin
the thinnest cheek
the reddest blood
and the sting of pain
weight and heat
fear and you
tripping me out of pattern
and pressing your mouth
to my bruises
with words that ease
and eyes that split me sweetly
I've always been yours
in the breath of a distance's lie
and in the patterns of tears on my skin
there is you.