Rosary - Poem

ROSARY

   When you still smelled of
   Metal, meat and the shared blood,
   My hands prayed over your body
   As if it were a rosary.
   Unknit bones beneath fine hair,
   Forehead
   Face face
   Oh god, face
   Mouth open in the deepest mystery
   Belly, arms
   Hands like stars.

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