Sweet Weeping
Through the myriad years,
I've cried out of fear and anxiety,
Wept, despairingly, over terrible failures and losses,
But never have I rained such tears
As I'm doing, this last a.m. in Manhattan,
Lying, in bed, on top of your naked body,
Realizing that my flooding drops come from reservoirs
Deeper than gladness,
Deeper than joy,
Deeper than pleasure,
Deeper than passion,
Deeper than affection,
Deeper than intimacy,
Deeper than adoration that transcends elation,
Deeper than the spirit that knows no depths,
Save those that reside inside the visionary eye
Two lovers old to their newness discover
When they gaze into each other's pupils
And see that glow with which God illumined the void...
Tears you and I, sweet weeper, are crying,
Despite parting's swiftly arriving sorrow-hour...
Tears shaping, from admiration, respect, and trust,
Devotion, for each other, that captures rapture
Flowing through our arteries, our bones,
Coalescing as lachrymose happiness
We can only believe we've never before seen glisten
Nor ever will again,
Other than in the eyes we see seeing us, right now —
Our eyes, focusing, flesh to lips to heart,
On our soul's compelling welling up from love.
06/22/10 - (2)
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