Why Do I Weep?
©1997 by Siobhan

When first I was tutored in the ways of love,
I learned of the power of total release.
But, in spite of the joy and the peace that it brought,
I wept like an immature child.

Throughout all the years I have had many loves,
When I didn't, I resorted to loving myself.
I continue to revel in the joy of release,
But each time I weep like a child.

The storm of release is lovely and hot,
It leaves me weak, yet calm and serene.
But in the arms of the girl who has pleasured me so,
Each time I still weep like a child.