My forefinger circled her temple.
Looking up at me,
her eyes became waterfalls.

I inhaled her beauty,
she wept,
we kissed.

Deep within this heart of mine
a child weeps for salvation
I feel his tears, I hear him pine
a train stuck at the station
no understanding, no rational thought
ignored and shooed away
acceptance is all he ever sought
yet it never came his way
and now together we walk as one
we fight, but invariably lose
poetic justice comes undone
for the child is my muse