Your Tears

They were, though I was never sure tears of deep mysteries, like slow, lethargic geysers they arose from deep within, where little chambers draped with velvet doors are filled with thoughts and smiles of yesterday. At first it startled me when drops fell on my chest, the naked skin that you had kissed and with your lovely hands caressed again, I held your other hand and felt a need to hold perhaps to cradle you to shield you from such pain. But soon, I knew, rejoiced and squeezed your twins, as if to say WE are okay, my LOVE. And in that night I would have let you cry until the morning broke, collecting all your tears and waiting patiently for you to turn to me and smile your lovely smile. Then we could kiss and taste the salt which is the essence of ourselves and let our tongues enjoy a tête-à-tête and all be well.