I Saw You Crying

I saw you crying last night after our lovemaking, you in your pink pajamas with the fake fur at the wrists and ankles like a standard poodle cut, your legs dangling off the high four-poster bed, you looked like a child and there were tears sliding down your face onto your chin and into oblivion, and I knew it wasn't just for you, but for us, and I think it was the first time I've loved you, but now your tears have dried.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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