Dirt Devotion

A poem about falling in love.

I can still feel
My bones against your breath
Like a marionette,
Carved
To dance love

Be with that place where you feel like no one will love you,
He told me
And let him touch that

You bowed me
Jagged elbows
Jackknifed knees,
Heaped
To the cold
And I wept,
Soft

You pulled me
Below stone squares
Strung by monks
Into the places that gnash
And I broke,
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