Holding a cup, Wielding my own tears in a basket, I drunk from The solid silver To spill the same color Upon the radiant soil. It had rained from somewhere else, As sprouts grew from someplace else. I felt the rocking, The quaking Beneath my soles, Wanting my eyes to leak The same stains To create The same growth. I bled rivers For her to swim Towards me. I drowned in oceans Too wide For me to embrace. I merely saw the skies above, With the desert within, Knowing I was lacking The love I had been breaking Between arms, Made for the caress, Though they've been undressed To show bare bandages Of wounds never mended.