Come here ~ to me


~Come here
To me
Bury your tears.
Kiss my neck with your solitude.
Hide time's sorrow.
Wipe your blemished eyes with my hair,
Still yours to touch and dream upon.
Fall into me
Without effort,
No words spoken,
No echo
To chisel away our revelation.

My tears are easy,
They come quick and free
At the whisper of emotion,
But not always seen
By you.

See me.
I will . . . I will see you.
For somewhere deep inside
There is the man of me.
My face wears your coarse beard.
My shoulders seem wide and hardy,
not these soft and pale wings.

Somewhere deep inside of me
My heart is the same reckless heart.
My fears stay perched at the tip of my tongue,
My eyes damn rivers
And sting with strength.
My pride and weakness battle
A war that is never won.
Always,
Somewhere deep inside me
I feel you.

But tonight, tomorrow and tomorrow
All that is left to say, my love
I say . . .
~ Come here
Taste my tears
Feel the woman of me.

jeanne rené 3/04
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"In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer."
-Albert Camus