men come to me for healing
I lick their wounds clean
stitch up the seams with soft fingers
seal them with a kiss
love them until their tears run clear
then sing them to sleep
and they thank me
no one has ever loved me like you do
you changed me
you showed me
I love better because of you
and I know
then I’m back on my knees
gathering up the stardust they emptied from my bones
left so carelessly scattered over the floor
trying to pour it back into myself
but it keeps spilling out
from my third poetry book, Made of Earth.
