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her tears lost their shame

when i saw her

curled like an infant

naked cold and

yearning for a mother

she was lying there

in a seemingly endless

conversation with sorrow

so i cradled her frailty

and wrapped her with

a warmth that i borrowed

i watched her sleep

deep and solemn

a tear of pearl rolled down

from her placid eyes to the

paleness of her cheeks

creating a tiny river

that abruptly ended

where it did



and i whispered softly

in her ear...

that is your pain leaving you

when you learn to turn

your back on it



another drop of tear

rolled down to her lips

tracing the valleys of it

and finally decided to sink

inside her



she smiled in her dreaming



the morning after bloomed

gloriously like a divine day

clad with all the pleasing

colors light can possibly shed

it was a painting but in real

and she was the foreground



she took my hand and placed

it upon her chest

wanting me to touch her heart

she wakened my sleeping lust

invited it to slip down her

and tempted my flaming fingers

to trace the silky contours

of her skin and that

which lies within her



i touched her face instead



and stared into her

questioning eyes

she saw herself inside mine and

to her confusion and weariness

i whispered..



i dont want to be your pain



there is no pain if

there is no wound she said

how can there be pain when there's

none that faltered yet



i smiled sincerely accepting

the disgraced man that i am

but her words echoed maliciously

like the heresy of false prophets



she confrontingly said...

that is your pain

coming back at you because

you failed to defeat it

before you turned your back

on it



and i smiled in her screaming



wide awake but still dreaming.