Me, Undone

My grandma would have let that boy in My grandma would have knelt and prayed for him   My grandma would have laid her hands over his head and left a blessing   And then he would have stood up   And put a bullet in her head  

two bodies   unclothed over-ripened   soft   easy to tear   tender to touch   dance naked   in the living room a sacred act the fire has hushed now turned to embers   it is the warm light in your eyes   that guide I do not ask more of you chide you to bend or sway to the crooks in my being I stand back   and absorb you for what you are a miracle I lean close to your left ear   and lend you my   dreams We lay down and press together   but do not enter having learned long ago   that our frames are not a means to an end   it is your mind   having grown deeper   and wider   I ready to pierce it opens up   And we   are young again