The Armor of Your Tears

[chwarbri]

The armor of your tears
streaming freely
your long hair,
your long body
your hands
held forward gesturing,
palms up
fingers bent back.
I cannot recall
what meaning I made of this.
I cannot discern.
was it vulnerability?
surrender?
what sticks in my heart
is a felt sense of
“stop right there!”
Because my tears
can become an ocean
to drown you with.
My palms can cut you
to ribbons with the truth.