untitled love poem by samantha lioi

I open my lips

dripping tears, place kisses

on the feet of Jesus.

Pouring out

perfume like pent-up regrets,

filling the room,

cleansing him.

Hoping he'll return the favor.

I don't know why I've come why I

had to come.

Now gathering up

my hair, unable

to wipe away,

to clean up,

to stop weeping.

See me:

wet cheeks,

red nose;

now hear

the one with perfumed feet,

the one you were afraid

to love this much:

It's all right to touch me.

Friend, you are clean.