Today is for the realigning of bare bones,
every crack blessed with drops of holy water
for how else would I honour
the body of a Goddess.
Trace my fingertips over this skin
with the tenderness of a lover
whose touch was gone too long
but right on time to hold these hands as they sleep,
only letting go to wipe tears from her cheek.
Then, wake her up gently,
magic cast in the whispers of morning breath,
planting kisses on the back of her neck
where pulse meets electricity
and calls it healing energy,
calls it what I need,
when I stopped waiting for a reminder
of my trauma
to leak love back into capillaries
and find a daily practice
to map its journey through my blood stream.
We answer our own prayers.