Your Tears Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

They were, though I was never sure
tears of deep mysteries,
like slow, lethargic geysers
they arose from deep within,
where little chambers
draped with velvet doors
are filled with thoughts
and smiles of yesterday.
At first it startled me
when drops fell on my chest,
the naked skin
that you had kissed
and with your lovely hands
caressed again,
I held your other hand
and felt a need to hold
perhaps to cradle you
to shield you from such pain.
But soon, I knew,
rejoiced and squeezed
your twins,
as if to say
WE are okay, my LOVE.
And in that night
I would have let you cry
until the morning broke,
collecting all your tears
and waiting patiently
for you to turn to me
and smile your lovely smile.
Then we could kiss
and taste the salt
which is the essence
of ourselves
and let our tongues enjoy
a tête-à-tête
and all be well.