Oh but you mustn’t.
I used to know someone and when she would cry I would take her tears. I would leave my thumb under her chin until the tear sat on my nail, or I would just take them from her cheek with my tongue. You are my saltlick, I would say, you are the safe saltplace I go to in the wilds and the worries, and I lick you to be okay.
I don’t think she ever liked it very much.