Taste Good

Drink them.
All of them.
Salt in mouth.
Little drops
of tears.

Drink the tears of the eyes of your lover.
Young man, sitting by the window,
sulking on his past, seeing the tender light
of the sun on your cheek.

Drink the tears of the eyes of a hungry boy.
Drink that.
Drops of needs,
flies all over his body.
Don't hate it.
Don't be scared.

Drink the tears of the eyes of your parents.
Old eyes.
They do.
Watch them shade,
like leaves.
Watch time sweeping by.
Watch them brightening
when you promise to bring new handkerchiefs.

Drink those tears.
Salt in mouth.
Little drops
sticking to your own eyelids.

Do.
What you must do.
Feel.
Feel that your tears
taste good.
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(2011)