Her intense presence
does something tender,
to his heart;
that eludes words.
When she speaks,
in a soft soothing tone,
the pain she suffers,
submerges, goes missing.
How much she endures,
how long,
he can't fathom.
A silent grief
binds them together;
he is the mirror
that faithfully reflects.
He feels now
the gentle spread of moisture
enveloping them both;
dried up skin
on his face comes to life again.
Lips, curled up dry leaves,
are pumped up with chlorophyll,
turn towards her, the sun.
He dissolves,
in the thought
of her pain,
becomes her tear drops,
roll down and fall
one
by
one.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
Her intense presence
does something tender,
to his heart;
that eludes words.
When she speaks,
in a soft soothing tone,
the pain she suffers,
submerges, goes missing.
How much she endures,
how long,
he can't fathom.
A silent grief
binds them together;
he is the mirror
that faithfully reflects.
He feels now
the gentle spread of moisture
enveloping them both;
dried up skin
on his face comes to life again.
Lips, curled up dry leaves,
are pumped up with chlorophyll,
turn towards her, the sun.
He dissolves,
in the thought
of her pain,
becomes her tear drops,
roll down and fall
one
by
one.
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