A golden tear convulsed outward,
clutching an image of you,
the miscarried messenger,
of a love so foetally flawed.
A private tear.

Many tears of crimson cascaded,
aborted capsules of time, words.
Pleasured pain, painful pleasure,
spurting speeding bleeding hoops.
Tears of anger.

An opaque tear hung lifeless,
an envelope of emptiness.
Purged of the past,
fitted for the future.
A tear of relief.

One last tear of crystal ran,
furrowing a vision of me.
A small spherical freedom fighter
joyfully propelled.
A universal tear.