"The Countervailing"

Thy invisible hand I grasp as you dry these moist tears,

You see my opaque pain with your inquisitive ears.

Does my delicate, tender touch eradicate yours

Or does mine bend on bended knee to disburden thine?

This gentle handback I employ to caress onto my exterior,

Life`s lurking shadows which stained thy interior.

Thy choice of elixir - mine heart`s desire,

Possessing an unquenchable thirst

Thirsting to ignite love`s purest of sensual fires.

Love transforms obtrusive heart shadows

Whence shadows transcended love`s innocence.

Sinful tears cleanse dishonourable hand

Exposing this most exquisite extremity

To hear these most painful of concealed tears.

Purging, cleansing, purifying and sanctifying;

Our shaded shadows forgiven

By touching tears to grasped hand,

As hand wipes stained tears, so do tears wash soiled hand.

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova