A teardrop in a hug.
Water trickles a reminder of your desires. You can no longer ignore them, they're seeping through and out of your skin from your very being, crying out LOVE ME. Anyone? But then you won't take them. Unless they don't want to hug you back. Then the little teardrops come crawling down your face, little black drops of tar sticking and leaving marks as they trickle down your hollow face down to the crevices in your neck, never quite reaching your collar bone let alone your chest. So cold. Reaching down to your wrists, crying LOVE ME, wrap around me, wet envelops the bare flesh and it soaks in a layer of thin translucent air, one breath and it vanishes, up like a flake of snow in the sky - if only it were that easy.