Your eyes depict
The heaviness of your heart
Threshing my skin
Of oceans, and whipping the
Corners of my neck bones
Unfettered the labyrinth of lashes
Withhold not your river busting it's banks
Beating on the amalgamation of your breasts from afar
What rhythm of drops do you hear
Is it that of your cornea or of the seepage thatches
Is it your mourning i hear
Or tears of joy, for a malady swiftly terminated
Look, your chicks are but a roadside pool
For the wandering sun to palpate with fiery fingers
Unfettered your howl
My dear
Mask not your eyes behind the pool.