Posted by: scintillatingspeck | July 26, 2013

A good cry.

a good cry
is like making love
bodily heaving
sighing
with, oh, that ache in the core
the flushed face
the clenched fingers
tremulous throat
wailing out a love song

every good cry
is a love song
commingling in heated harmony
with the sobs of every distant loss
urgent, unplanned
tracking in rivulets the outlines
of wanting so much, so much

the place where I flung myself
in the shadowed room, on the bed
lies rumpled, a darker purple
where the tears spilled
all the evidence of the love that was made
plain as day

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  1. Eloquently contraposed. Well done.


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