Bones

In the cool light of early morning
his eyes found the greening bruise
on my soft hip,
an innocent mark of my gracelessness.
He frowned slightly
and pulled me toward him under the heavy quilt,
urgently but carefully.
He adored and also loathed
the new fragility he saw in me.

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