precious tears

but nothing could equal

the gift of your tears

losing their seperateness

in the softness of my hair

becoming wet and warm

opening as can only truth

more precious than pearls

in the ocean of memory

baptizing our unfolding

with their honesty

surrender and trust

with infinite love

in every tiny kiss

on every eyelash

on the tip of your nose

the lay lines of your face

revealing their power

in my equal embrace.