You weep for the night for it is cold and cruel body shakes: you keep on weeping. Alone and dirty with thoughts that force tears to be born, only to die again in silence. Useless. And the comfort you used to find in her selfish blooming, leaves you aching Let me whisper new words. Let me open up and Show you new moisture. I will let you come. And you may weep on my breasts make a river as I whisper over and over come closer. No. Closer. deeper in me For you will find A woman in need of salt and watering. So weep in me. I am your grave and aching bed.