Water

Water and salt and a little bit of dirt
Slides down my face
The salty goodness runs onto my lip
The wet taste of shame and pain
Of desire and longing
Of suppressed emotions
Expressed through a solitary drop
Once gone never returning
For the thought of this hidden action
Being seen by another
The thought of someone
Being able to see past the toothy smile
And read the inner soul
Of that solitary drop
Is frightening
This lonesome tear
Is shed in secret
Between the happy laughter
And the kind words
But as quick as it comes
It disappears
The back of hand:
God’s natural eraser
Removing all signs
That something deeper lies within
Behind that toothy grin
There is a lonely soul within
Made up of water, salt and a little bit of dirt
written: January 13th 2012
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