dripping as tears
falling,
running down
the face. It makes

for a smaller candle
as it sheds its skin. But just as
tears shed from broken
hearts bled a new

life is created. Built-up
wax is soft as it runs
creating as yarn
that is spun. Making a sweater

of tears that provides
us warmth
through the
cold years. So,

weave my woman
tears as wax. Just relax
and let it flow. That's how
oceans grow.