be my rosary
            a decade of regrets
                      in a passing touch
 
 
your curves and cleft,
                 chalice
                      and font
                      
 
be my sanctuary,

       your bowed body
                   my
                  altar
 
 
and let the sound
              of your cries
                         give voice to my prayers

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