grown men’s tears
well, swell and fall
in my presence
like water beads
bubbled up by salt
sprinkled on courgette and aubergine,
bleeding out of
purple and green
bruised and battered hearts,
pushed out by love
always -
love
for a girlfriend
love
for a mother
love
for a daughter
love
for commitment
love
for sacrifice
love
for loyalty
love
for music
love
for dance
I never expected
to be so blessed to see
so many grown men’s tears
shed in front of me,
so many grown men’s hearts
open, trusting and free.
