Come to weep
A single droplet of wax into my hand
From your eye, that melts
The color of the moon.
Silver is the changeable
Still so dry in the stillness of a night,
Where wine glasses touch lips, and curves extend from hips.
I find what I cannot
Find in any other source,
Through your eyes.
But, do not weep a single tear,
For I desire to drink the ocean
When the moon raises it to my sight,
When the moon raises the tide to my face,
Because my form is too weakened to leap down.
Drunk upon sadness and woes
Of a miserable Sunday
Where the bell did not toll once, at the church where a man was praised
For the sins only I’ve committed.
A woman, as you,
By the whole world.