I Started Praying for You
Put my hands over
the cage of bones
above your heart.
I don't remember
exactly what I said.
You started to weep.
I know I said
God sees you
or I see you.
I said something
in your past
wants to be touched,
healed. It was then
I knew I wanted
to marry you.
What is God to us now?
We stopped going
to church. In bed
our hands still
find each other
to send up
prayers like we
did that first night --
when I touched
the aching thing
inside the dip
of your chest.
Found In Volume 46, No. 03
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