You brought me to
tears,
first yours, as oncoming.
I have a sense for your welling
but I don’t
know why or what is the source within you
but the welling is building.
It is
like a variation of the yawn contagion onto me.
Your welling beckons my welling
in sequence
but I thought I had no reason,
where it appears to me
that you must
have had a cause and did,
I am compelled to follow.
Your tears, I am in
response too,
as if your face is my face yet face to face.
My tears, I am not
sure the sanity
or the emotional whereabouts that makes that so for me
but I am
truly heart felt grateful and do not know why.
Yes I feel expanded.
I am loving
you up in support
without knowledge of any of your circumstances.
I am sort of
startled at my combustibility
but pleased to participate.
My life is richer in
depth because of your gifting me with this,
your intimate presence.
You brought
me to tears
and I worship with the emptiness
and the sacredness of this
innocence,
shared and forthcoming . . .
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