stay with me in your presence
that breathes even when it doesn’t try.
you see the potential that i don’t see in myself.
you cry sometimes
and prefer to hide…
surrounded by pillows, no one can see your face,
and you don’t have to be something you’re not,
something you feel others expect.
dear precious tears,
because you only come when your heart is shining
transferring all the opposite into you.
your water is not fear or anger
you are expression of desire met
beyond imagination, by your side.
you are delight at being enough
to be intimate
to be wanted.
you allow me to know that my space is safe
and you know what you need to say
when no one else is listening.
you are my gift.
© r.e.l. 9/3/14
Submitted to Thursday Poet Rally week 79 with Jingle Poetry