He sees her guilt:
The crease of crinkled wretched eyes
The wet folding palms like drowning lilies
Fetid past clutched in a choking throat
He sees the tears:
Unwanted guests with lambent tails
Incessant insects on the grey plane of her cheek
He scatters them with a gentle finger
He sees the scars:
Angry frowns on pale wrists
He kisses them with praying lips
Fighting demons with psalms
He sees her sleep:
Brow weighted with shadows
Lost inside a mind of fearful dreams
He rests a hand of benediction on her head
He sees her smile:
A bright, fleeting bird of summer
Flown away in winter
And he rejoices for what it was, and what it will be
