Challenge
If your tears had a voice, what would they be saying?
Tear Talk Tango
Moist flow from my pen
transcends into tears,
lazy streams floating
through sun-lit ice.
Let your skin blush,
fling out
stinging tears,
slip into warm dew,
swim in purity of
salted tears.
Sprinkled dew drops
engraved across
your heart
a cozy damp pocket
blood from my core.
Taste my tears,
soft fingers
to your lips,
trace the scent
of love strolling
through night.
Wrap yourself
in lingering mist,
laughter dipping
in lingering tears.
Weeping rolls deeply,
sky tears of fog
sunset shadows
cleanse soul,
naked and free.
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