by sal gurrola
There's a sadness in your beauty
a dullness in your glow
a tremor in your psyche-
should I stay here with you, or go?
Your wound festers in silence
as I intently listen on
trying to grasp the hidden meanings
of your tears and their lonely song.
If I had all the answers
I'd gladly share them all with you
but I, too, come here wounded
searching in your arms for the truth.