Taste My Tears Poem by Aminath Neena

I was looking
at your picture
today
just like I always do
before I fall asleep
and then couldn't
withhold
the temptation
to kiss you.
And, as I bent down
overwhelmed-
perhaps by the joy
of finding
you at last
or perhaps by
the grief
of being still apart,
This, I may never know
but quite in oblivion
twin teardrops-
fell out of my eyes
on to your face
and played tricks
on my blurry vision.
And, as I watched
fascinated,
they landed on your eyes
making them rejuvenate
your naughty gleam
and when they sparkled-
I gazed on
quite captivated.
Then they moved right down
to appear
as a miniature glacier
forming a shallow pool
over your lips
as if urging you
to quench your thirst,
as a favour.
And, as I blinked
to clear my wet lashes
for a better look-
It had vanished
taking all evidence with it.
And yet, I thought
I saw your lips move-
Was it a hallucination on my part
or did you, by any chance,
taste my tears?