Don’t cry with tears that melt on cheeks of bone
But if you can’t withhold the sobs you own
then give them to your love to break your heart.
A soul in love will tear itself apart
without the bath of tears, the saline mock
of real imagined pain of which we talk
with cracking breath try hard to understand
that love is mostly true when it is banned
Then ban your love and cry yourself to sleep
With dreams that will consume your lovely weep
And kiss your lover’s ghost; her body shakes
it gives your mind the images it makes
you won’t make love with someone who is ill
And if your love is well, you never will.