Words sobbed into shoulders,
into sweaty hair, the clavicle,
the forehead, the breast your breast
is pressed against, into the vibrations
of each other`s solar plexus, the pelvis,
the churning belly that is shared
by both bodies in that one moment,
the ear—its lobe and lobule,
its pinna and auricle,
into the upper and lower lip, exhaled
through the nostrils and pores.
Words wept with bent heads,
quivering shoulders, rent throats,
welling noses, on knees,
prostrate on beds, into the water
of cleansing bowls in mosques,
the spired air of churches,
the arks of the Torah, the tiered
tower of Pagodas, wept
that sunny day and the sunless
to come, into the encompassing
night, the faces in vigils, candlelit.