Poetry (This one, like so many others, is for Sara)

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This Prayer

I burn candles
Set bowls of honeyed light flickering
In darkness. Flames that dance like you

Spark match to wick
To honour them
Who brought you to me
Twice

A second chance

I ask them
Keeper of hearth and mother of us all
Lady of change, of the dead and the unborn,
Queen of whores and bearer of all courage
Wise guardian of queers, dykes, and musicians
The Child-no-more, who revels in her burgeoning, blooming body

I ask them

To watch

Over you