I have never found crying so hateful until I see salt water on your face.
How the sheen of tears highlight
the vivid saturation of your iris.
How fast thematch of anger burns to shame.
How love is not the soil, but a fertilizer;
toxic at times and detrimental in large quantities.
How the last word is the first nail.
When our once planets become passing comets;
star dust held still
and barely touching

© Fae Hilscher