My tears do flow
right into the stir fry
on the stove
onto the towels
as I fold laundry
behind the smile
as I place a bandage
on my little one's cut knee
I hug my children
They cannot see those salty droplets
as I think of
the exact awakening
that I am on the edge
of receiving
and now
that the chambers of your heart
take shape before
my very own
as the shy indigo of your retinas
burns its memory in my  
pair of ocean blues
and how, today,
I wanted to melt right
into the ripe,
soft knowledge
of your
smile