Sneaky tears

sneaky tears, always escaping from the corners of my eyes

leaving soft white trails in the fields of my skin

like rows of lavender, they too leave me sleepy

in melancholy

sneaky tears soaking into the cotton of my shirt

puddles that I then fall into

will you follow me as I drown?

like swingers swaying in and out of each other’s arms

sneaky tears slip past my skin coloured skirts

and onto my arms

and I cradle them; they too leave me to sleep