I love you so much
when you cry;
my eyes follow the glistening
stream winding saccharine
from your widened eyes,
eyelids batting, begging for a home
run to chase the pain away.

Tears refract the light
and you are a pool of rainbows shimmering
in the ripples that my gauze thumbs make
but the stitching is too
l  o   o   s   e
to hide all of the tears.

My lips sojourn at your kopje nose
before prowling at the edge
of the watering hole ,
sunset draped across your cheeks
and fading fast as moist night settles.

This close, so close,
lashes like willow limbs
and dripping dregs of whisper rain
as our eyes, behind ocean veil,
exchange supernovas bursting wide
enough
to collapse into black holes.