The last drop hangs from the iris
like breath across her lips
when turns her man to the door,
grasping at words that yet may save them
against the rail of the drought
Where's your mercury man today
the small and meek
held transfixed by overwhelming gravity
and blinded by your radiant shell
But his is a true, unheroic love
the faceless star of your adoring crew
who'll catch you when the fire's spent
when I tell you of my fears
I will know you
when your fears I understand
I will love you
when we face those fears together