I WANT TO CRY TODAY

I want to cry

against the shoulders of my lover

lay my sword on the ground

and lean deeply

into her just melding my sorrows

into these inflamed tears.

A man must cry

when the pain is much too hard to bare.

Away from the eyes that scorn, and

away from

the foreboding shadows that loom

a place to rest your senses.

To place my arms around her carriage

and quietly drown in dignity

for only she

can hold my endurance well.

The screaming consequence

will be

scurried off by her magical abyss

unifying me into a ball

casting me

into the sky of a tomorrows Sun.

Never

a woman with the likes of her

she predominantly wears my flesh

as her own

forgiving me with a wand

and drawing the poison from my body.

Alas, someone

who I

can foreclose my life in its estimations

and feel free in her love.

Oh, I want to cry today

less these words

safeguard my protective treasures.

An unopened chest about to be opened

I trust her

with the key that would enslave any man

because I love her so.

As I

commence to cry I will cry for those

who have turned their back on me

and who

have taken a whip to my back scarring me.

As I cry I will forgive myself

for loving

someone that could not love in return

and for

children who abandoned me.

For the web of lies

and deceit generated by those

who claimed to love you the most.

Mostly I cry for the one I hold

for it is she

who soothes my aches and pains

and has understood all my suffrages.