Tear drops
trace your
cheek bones
almost languid
in their flow
Whisper soft
my hand reaches out
delicately wipes
errant tears away
caressing wet paths
they have followed
Hand sliding slowly
down your breastbone
to rest on
your beating heart
Caged, not free
I hear its lonesome song
We breathe in time
close my eyes
silently communicate
through gentle touch
Deep longing to ease
your heart’s
rough edges
Heal pain
ease burdens
And find
that your tears
have become mine
Very sweet.
And I adore the word ‘languid’.
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It is a great word
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Fantastic
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Thank you!
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Speaks to my soul .
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The best kind of feedback!
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I like the empathy of you here. Very tender.
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Thank you– I thought it was tender too
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You use every word so thoughtfully, to their complete effect. The detail and tenderness are moving.
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Thank you Howl! That is a very kind thing to say.
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Its amazingly beautiful and meaningful 🙂 ❤️
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I’m so glad that you think so!
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The poem reflects those words 🙂
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As a student of describing such deep emotions as these, I am in love with this of course. Always fascinated how feelings can be translated without words or dialog but through the power of human body language and tender empathic feeling. Well done, Christine.
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Thank you as always dear Eric. You always make me feel like I am doing something right.
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You do many things right, near as I can tell! 😊
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💜
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Oh…the tenderness of your words!
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That is a very kind thing to say. Thank you.
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much
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