How you float and flutterKira Braun
Without a care in the world
Little creature with gossamer wings
Teaching me of delicate things...
The kiss he bestows is light
And then more urgent ~
And I am lost in his silver, silken chest
He asks why I am crying
And I have no answer
He kisses my tears away,
Commenting on the salt
I remember how my Father
Would catch and eat my tears
Saying we mustn’t waste them...
My tears are not lost on this man.
A man who knows even a little
About the heart of a woman
Is a composer, an artist, a healer,