My robes weigh heavy today.
Their blue, like deep water,
is wet with ten thousand tears.
Today, my lips hold no tilt of a smile,
in my eyes, only sadness.
My feet have grown into the earth-
they do not want to go.
They do not want
to leave the warmth
of your eyes,
of our bed.
Mother of my husband,
sister-woman,
my love,
how can I leave you now
when all I have has already been
lost?
Their blue, like deep water,
is wet with ten thousand tears.
Today, my lips hold no tilt of a smile,
in my eyes, only sadness.
My feet have grown into the earth-
they do not want to go.
They do not want
to leave the warmth
of your eyes,
of our bed.
Mother of my husband,
sister-woman,
my love,
how can I leave you now
when all I have has already been
lost?




sadesdd
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