My tears flow freely when my heart is full
Always copious and warm, blinding my eyes
Always little pearls, flowing down my cheeks
Though never once was I able to collect them.
For they roll down so fast, falling on the Earth
Sucked into the ground, vaporized into thin air
Lost forever, Mother Earth claiming them as her own.
“They are mine,” I long to stake my claim
“Valuable as jewels, exquisite as gems”
“They are not mere baubles, but creations of my bosom”
“Which, like an oyster, creates them painstakingly.”
“You steal them from me, my precious tears”
“Never to return them, lost forever,” I accuse.
I long to appreciate their beauty in all sense
So I set to work, I ask my Angels
For more and more of the turbulent emotions
These essential ingredients and the fire to prepare them
I stoke this fire at the bottom of my heart
To produce my tears in large supply.
The first batch arrive, when anger flares up
Burning my eyes, eating into my soul
The tears pour out like a cascade, burning like acid
Choking my throat and parching my tongue
As words get spewed from my mouth
A few teardrops find their way in.
“Ugh” I exclaim, “are these my tears?”
“Which I claim to be my precious pearls?”
“What bitterness!” Suddenly I am thankful to Mother Earth
For snatching them away and swallowing them all.
The next batch of tears arrive, in a more calm state
As I sit gazing in wonder, my head tilted upwards
They flow, one drop after the other, clearing my vision
Of the night sky, the moon, the three shooting stars
Not only my vision, instantly all my senses are awakened
“The taste!” I gasp, and lick a teardrop
Beautiful! So sweet! My pearls, the taste of honey?
I feel generous and give them freely to Mother Earth.
I grow curious, and a little bit greedy
Like an over-enthusiastic student in a laboratory
I churn out tears for each state of emotion
Sweet, salty, bitter and sour, labels for each sentiment
Tedious work for my heart, feeling each emotion
Trembling, fluttering, beating wildly, or missing a beat.
Of all the different flavours I create
Tears the taste of nectar become my favourite
Slowly they swell up, rising from my bosom
Finding their way to my eyes, but staying there
Hesitating to roll down my cheeks blushing with desire
As I gaze, mesmerized, into the eyes of my beloved
These pearls are unique, being made from passionate love
Never taken by Mother Earth, I realize suddenly
Flowing one by one, they are wiped by sweet firm lips
As heady kisses are shared, in moments of soulful union.
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