You are each day's moment of truth.
You are the home to my feverish heart.
You are my confession box.
You are my mother, my father
my friend, my lover
and my enemy all at once.
You wear the face of every voice
that ever spoke to me.
In your silence
breathing becomes deafening
but by that same virtue
my thoughts become words
and my words become tears.
I bring you these baskets of tears
and the ocean of my dark night laughs
as she leaves the aftertaste of something like astonishment
on my lips.
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