Barefoot in the Graveyard

                    Here lieth the body of Elizabeth
                            who departed this life July 1, 1818 in
                            the 42nd year of her age and at her request
                    was inter’d in the same grave with her husband.

Shoeless, the grass and slugs cold beneath
our soles, we pause by the grave
of a woman who wished to lie again
and mingle with her lover. 
                    Seeing this breadth

of white stone, the starlit sky, I see them, dust
and bone in their bed, while your blood calls
to mine, your whispers wind through my flesh. 
Beneath your hands I open to you 
                    like clouds below the moon.

Jayne Thompson

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