Hymn to her
Your grace shames me,
gazelle of midnight wood
in shadows carving
your name into my skin.
Your grace shames me,
tigress of golden panting dusk
on my ragged sofa sinking
teeth into my memories of sin
Your grace shames me,
waters of blue black dawn,
washing death from my eyes
with a cascade of giggles,
you slip the quilt from your shoulders
& my chest aches.

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