Tears of pleasure,
tears of pain,
I fear both
make me feel the same.
When your eyes
brace for rain,
my smile,
unseemly,
unexplained.
Fear no tears,
no consequence.
I hold you till
I’m a better man.
Then I succumb
to bathe again,
as long as your
showers never end.
I’ve never heard
such tragic joy,
than when your anguish
makes a noise.
I siphon and steal
until you are no more,
taking the passion
of what was once yours.
I bring ice
to warm your
frigid shoulders.
I bring fire
to cool your
scorched outbursts.
I can’t have one
without the other.
Drink what’s left
until I’m hungover.
I’ll knife you,
my dear,
just for the thrill
of knowing that
you can be killed.
I’ll nurse you,
always,
right back to health,
but only once
I give you
the tours of hell.
When an angel cries,
I do not cry.
I love the tears too much
to watch them dry.