Sorrow shivers in the glassy covers over your eyes,
name tags on your tears have my name.
Gaze pierces the skin, flesh and the bones,
all the way through me,
you turn your head.
As for you love is not just words and kisses.
It is everything,
a soft touch of your hand,
a gentle look over the shoulder,
a hug and cover when thunders tear the sky,
I don’t know it.
A brute hidden behind a lanky frame of a man pretending to know,
a lover, who doesn’t cherish what he has,
what he loves.