Sweat

There is Sweat on my skin.

It clings to me,

Sticks to me

Much like a parasite would.

I wish to wash it off.

But sweat is no longer a parasite

When it is shared.

There is Sweat on our skin.

It clings to me,

Sticks to me

Much like a parasite should.

I wish to leave it be,

To leave it to soak

Like a sponge;

Absorbing you.

Your Sweat is on my skin.

And I thank you,

For I now have an essence

Of you.

It is not a parasite,

But a treasure that I wish

to keep for me.