Down, down across the fullness of the cheek, catching amongst the lines weaving their way down from the eyes, tears fall. Down.
Into the corners of the mouth, salt gathers, licked away by the tongue, across lips, the edges of time, come down, down, spoken sublime.
Burning the throat, tears fall across centuries of battles, gifts, and strong holds of love, salt laden crystals flow faultless morsels of hurt.
Not dusty nor dry, barren or battered
Tears of love swell with elation about all
Not to be mistaken for hatred. That matters
Eyes look down, down into the heart, where tears must fall.