than your tears
show me.

Reservoirs filled to capacity,
levees breaking
no one can control.
Nature overpowers
human emotions
but both find harbor
safe
as thunderstorms throttle shorelines
powerboats, gondolas pulled to safety
on village streets in sea
towns where life depends on
trade of crabs, lobsters and abalone.

Tilt your glass to mine
savor the red
leave the hurt for another night
press your upper to my lower
lip, drink the drops
from my eyes
as we say goodbye.