By eclipsebax@hotmail.com
Date: 2 March 2001
TEARS
Tears
Your eye weeps the fruit of physical frustration,
like a pocket of sadness it runs haphazerdly down your cheek.
To define as water, to understand as pain.
Trapped in a solid state it is your worry.
Unknown to oneself it has a path,
from your check to my ear the sense is clear.
The reality of human emotion, pain is transferred.
A synthesis occurs as my eye responds
I wipe your worry, and taste my sadness.
Kevin Baxter
Copyright ©2001 Kevin Baxter
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