Speak in tears when you lie
next to me and your heart is
troubled so. Let sorrow pour
from your eyes and wet the
sheets. Meet your heart and
greet it openly, though it be
filled with sadness. Let your
body shake against mine, as
my love will absorb its blows;
I know what it is to hurt.
Let empathy soak up your
sorrow. Let your catharsis
become chrysanthemums.