White Tears Poem by John Powers

They close their eyes and feel
each other's breath on their skin
At last vulnerable to touch
there are no secrets, no sin
In the light of the moon
there is no child on her breast
only the soul of a man
far too pained to rest
Sweat beads on her stomach
that tightens for a groan
while she is entered
like a long forgotten home
Together they move as one
a wave in an eternal storm
though his mind was calm
and her body was warm

Watch her little faces of death
the joy dressed as agony
Never are we more real
Never are we more clean

There is one final thrust
At last he bursts, finally he feels
all the power of a raging river
with this release, he is healed
she arches her back
and squeezes the bed
millions of everything
rush thru her head
she looks at him
and forces one cry
as a white tear falls
from her open eye.