Her Tears
When I catch her sorrow, it makes me feel heavy-hearted, the touch I feel from her is untellable. Reasoning me, drawing me nearer with power uncharted, the baron forceful pulling of her heart I feel. I foresee a tear run down her face, I seek to alter it into happiness forever. With each soul beat, I refuse not, but surrender. The weep flares my intimate interior, my noble exterior ceases. I kiss her tears away, all the past releases. I accept the grief from her and nominate it ours, and abruptly her tears figure into a grail. Tears now happiness erase the scars, consumed with pleasure awash. My essence channels her center, she perceives we join as an incomprehensive safe-hold solely for her and I, The approaching instant she desires to weep, in her mystic sea of hurt I willingly die... (c) Joe Ulisses 2000 Written November 4th, 2000 © on Feb 05 2002 02:02 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"When I catch her sorrow, it makes me feel heavy-hearted,..."